#Edward is the icy snow

[kwop-kilawtley]

BELLA SWAN IS A FLOWER AND JACOB BLACK IS THE SUN. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

[luckykiwiii101]

“I Look Forward To Never Seeing You Again.”

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

P.S. Most important post ever! Lots of content, has to be read thoroughly and carefully to ensure full understanding!!! No skimming allowed here!!

ィ⠀TABLE OF CONTENTS⠀࿐

1. UNDERSTANDING THE LAW

2. IDENTIFYING ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS

3. GETTING RID OF ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS

4. HAVING A CLEAR DESIRE

5. ASSUMING & FEELING

6. PERSISTENCE

Hey Upper East Siders.

Now that halloween is over, it’s not long till the spooky chill of October turns into the icy chill of November. Hot cup of chocolate in one hand, and your dream life in the other.

Once upon a December ago, the only thing you held in both hands was incompetence and procrastination. Notice how I didn’t mention failure? Well that’s because, you can’t fail with a correct procedure. And the only thing that should be falling next season, is snow, not you.

And to the old state? Oh how we never look forward to seeing her again. Because after reading this post, you will break free from all your limitations and fulfill your every desire.

Are you ready to say goodbye to the old state? For good this time, that is. Because you’re not going another year without your dream life, not on my watch. And not on your watch either.

ィ⠀UNDERSTANDING THE LAW⠀࿐

As we all know, understanding the law of assumption is the most important thing ever. There are two very, and I mean VERY important concepts of the law that you need to understand. Here they are -> CREATION IS FINISHED!!!

-> Read this post by Edward Art and read it thoroughly!

-> CLICK HERE TO READ

-> KEY QUOTES: “Creation is finished.”

“In order for us to desire, there must be fulfilment of that desire.” -> This means you cannot have a desire, without a version of you that already has it existing. So whatever you are desiring right now, there is a version of you that has it. What I mean by “there’s a version of you that already has it”, means that there is a version of you that has it in the 4D. Your inner self has it. You just have to become aware of that version ( BECOME that version in imagination and fully identify with that version).

“These are versions of YOURSELF. THEY ARE YOURS.” -> Without this understanding, people think that they cannot achieve their desires because it’s “too far away” and out of reach. How can something be out of reach when you already have it when creation is finished? There is nothing external when it comes to the law of assumption. Everything is within you. Your dream life comes from you. There is no magical force outside of you that gives you what you want. Is your awareness far away from you? Is your awareness out of reach? No, and neither are your desires, because they are you. Change what you are aware of.

Now onto the MOST important understanding!

-> INNER SELF IS YOUR REAL SELF!!!

-> Read this post by Edward Art and read it thoroughly!!!

-> CLICK HERE TO READ

KEY QUOTES: “IDENTIFY yourself FULLY with the INNER MAN.” -> When you do not fully identify yourself with the inner self, you start to identify with the outer self. And the outer self holds nothing but doubt, fear and struggle. But when you fully identify with your inner self, I promise you, those doubts, fears and struggles no longer exist.

��The outer man sees nothing but limitations.” -> You know that when you start to feel fear & doubt, that you are identifying with the outer man. Limitations don’t exist within your inner self. You need to understand that your inner self = consciousness. When you are changing what you are aware of, you are changing what you are conscious of. Your consciousness has NO limitations, because you are God/Creator of your reality. All your limitations come from the outer self, and when you no longer identify with your outer self, all those limitations no longer exist, and you will no longer feel them. And that is a promise.

NOTE: Your inner self is truly your real self. Because the outer self reflects the inner self. The one within is who creates! The 4D reality is the real reality because the 3D cannot exist without it!!! The 3D is FULLY dependent on the 4D! Not the other way around. To understand this concept further, CLICK HERE

ィ⠀IDENTIFYING ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS⠀࿐

✩ Being and Having becomes difficult when you have underlying doubts, fears and struggles. You may be stopping yourself from fully identifying with the Inner self without even realising.

✩ Right now, and yes I mean right now, open up your notes app, or get a paper and pen, and ask yourself :

“What do I struggle with when manifesting?”

“What are my fears and doubts when manifesting?”

✩ Really take the time to think about what you struggle with and write down your answers. Be completely honest with yourself, no sugarcoating.

ィ⠀GETTING RID OF ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS⠀࿐

-> Now that you’ve identified all your struggles & fears, I want you to think about where those doubts, fears etc are coming from.

-> I promise you one thing, there is only one simple answer to this question. The answer is “Identification with the OUTER self.”

-> ALL and I mean it, ALL of your doubts & fears come from the outer self. The one who is currently experiencing the 3D. No matter what your doubts and fears are, they come from the outer self. Remember the previous quote, “The outer man sees nothing but limitations.”

-> ALL your struggles will disappear when you identify with the Inner self. Your inner self is limitless and it’s all you need to manifest your dream life.

-> You do not need to do subconscious training and meditations etc to get rid of your struggles and fears and doubts, all you need is yourself. Nothing external will help you. You NEED to understand that the ONLY way to get rid of your struggles is to STOP identifying with the 3D (your outer world & self), and to FULLY identify with the 4D (your inner world & self).

-> NOTE: Unidentifying with the 3D doesn’t mean to ignore the 3D. You are still experiencing the 3D in your day to day life, you simply cannot ignore it. All you can do is just not identify with it. How do you do this? When you experience the 3D, you do not assume that your 3D self is the real you, because your inner self is the real you! You view the 3D as nothing but an illusion based on past assumptions.

-> Now you may be thinking, “So how do I identify with the inner self.” We will come to that later in this post. I will take you through creating and maintaining assumptions and fully identifying with your Inner self and completely un-identifying with the outer self.

ィ⠀HAVING A CLEAR DESIRE⠀࿐

✩ It’s important to know what you want to manifest. That’s what we call desire. It all starts with desire. Make sure you know what you want to give to your inner self. Know who you want to become.

✩ You also need to know how you are going to go about giving your inner self this desire and fully identifying with it.

✩ Right now, make a list of what you are going to manifest (give to your inner self). Know what you truly, deeply want and promise to stick to it.

ィ⠀ASSUMING & FEELING⠀࿐

✩ Now this is the part where people get confused. If you don’t know already, FEELING is the secret. FEELING is what manifests. Your 3D conforms when the feeling (having your desires) is natural to you.

-> CLICK HERE to read my post about feeling and what the “feeling” is. This is a slightly simplified version of Edward Art’s post. If you want further understanding (which you need), to read Edward’s post CLICK HERE

-> Now that you know what the feeling is, you need to know how to practise it. How to use your senses to imagine and accept. Luckily for you, here is the perfect explanation of how you should be imagining. -> CLICK HERE

-> SUMMARY of what your imagining “process” should look like :

-> STEP 1: Remembering that your only goal is to become who you want to be in IMAGINATION only!!

-> STEP 2: Give yourself whatever you want in imagination through the use of any methods that you prefer. Experience having it in imagination with the knowledge that the inner self in the real self. You cannot deny being when you experienced it.

✩ NOTE: -> Make sure that you know which methods fulfill you. If affirming does not feel natural to you, then choose another method of imagining etc visualising may feel more natural to you. Keep in mind that if you are someone who visualises but has to look at a picture to visualise properly, do not rely on anything external like a picture. Because you do not always have access to a picture of what you want to experience in imagination. Yes, you can visualise when looking at pictures, videos etc, but when you do not have access to those pics and vids, make sure that you use other senses rather than trying to visualise something you want and failing then feeling unfulfilled because the vision didn’t turn out how you wanted it to sue to intrusive thoughts etc. In other words, do what truly fulfills you! It doesn’t matter what method you use as long as you allow the feeling of the wish fulfilled and focus completely on that feeling.

✩ NOTE 2: When visualising, start by feeling fulfilled through deciding etc or any other method, then start to visualise with the feeling because that feeling generates scenes, vaunts, affs FOR you and it is SO much more natural.

-> STEP 3: Allowing the feeling of the wish fulfilled when you are experiencing having your desires in imagination. Fully focusing on the FEELING having your desires as your inner self in imagination gives you! You know for a fact that you aren’t waiting for anything and that you have your desires without a doubt in imagination.

-> STEP 4: FULLY identifying with your INNER self and completely disregarding your 3D self. This is what true persistence is. Continuing to identify with your inner self regardless of what feelings and thoughts the outer self tries to impose on you.

ィ⠀PERSISTENCE⠀࿐

✩ Now for the final part. Persistence. Without persistence, you aren’t being who you want to be.

PERSISTING = Completely identifying with the inner self regardless of what feelings and thoughts the outer self tries to impose on you.

-> When you are persisting you have to fully become and maintain your identification with the inner self and the inner self only.

-> Read this post by Edward Art on identifying with the inner self -> CLICK HERE

-> You have to completely immerse yourself in the inner self because that is the real you! This is what true persistence is because identifying with the inner self means to no longer doubt, fear or struggle.

-> Now for the last part of persisting, you have to stay CONSISTENT!!!

ィ⠀COMMIT TO CHANGING SELF⠀࿐

You have to completely commit to your new story. No half arsing it. The inner you (4D) is your new dwelling state. NO more dwelling in the 3D.

STEP ONE: Decide what you want

STEP TWO: Imagine & Feel -> When dwelling in the feeling of the wish fulfilled, when you are done imagining, tell yourself “I know for a fact that I have my desires right now in imagination and that the inner me is the real me.” -> If you do not believe this with 100% certainty, you cannot move on with whatever you are doing. GO BACK TO IMAGINATION AND CORRECT THAT FEELING SO THAT YOU FEEL WITH 100% CERTAINTY THAT YOU HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANT IN IMAGINATION BECAUSE THE INNER YOU HAS IT!!! YOU DO NOT VIEW IT AS A DESIRE BECAUSE YOU ARE 100% FULFILLED!!!

-> Read my post on how to imagine correctly (CLICK HERE)

-> Read Edward Art’s post on imagining for an example (CLICK HERE!)

STEP THREE: Persist! If you do not imagine and feel with 100% certainty that you have your “desires” in imagination, then you cannot consider yourself to be persisting. You can’t just half be in the state. You have to fully be in the state of the wish fulfilled. And the only way to do that is by fully identifying with your inner self.

-> You are not focusing on the confirmation of the 3D. That worry comes from the outer self. KEEP GOING BACK TO IMAGINATION NO MATTER WHAT!!!

-> You are going to do this EVERY.SINGLE.TIME your “desires” come to mind. No excuses. There is nothing to change but self. Imagine whatever you want and identify with it.

Wondering what to “do” when experiencing 3D circumstances?

-> You are NOT supposed to be “ignoring” the 3D. How can you ignore something that is right in-front of you. You have to view the 3D as nothing but an illusion based on past assumptions!!! This is how you unidentify with the 3D! It has nothing to do with you because it is nothing but an ILLUSION based on PAST assumptions!!!

-> If you “fall” out of the state, it’s okay don’t curse at yourself. Just go back to imagination and feeling. Also if you find yourself naturally thinking from your old assumptions, just go back to imagination and feeling. Nothing can “ruin” or “stop” your manifestations because you already have it!!!

-> No matter what, keep going back to imagination and feeling! No matter what you feel, go back to imagination and feeling! No matter how difficult the 3D is, go back to imagination and feeling! The 3D has nothing to do with you once you stop identifying with it!

-> If 3D circumstances get too much for you, go back to imagination. The answer to everything is, just simply go back to imagination. Seek proof in imagination. It is your safe place. Make it your safe place by evicting the outer world from your inner world. Create a beautiful world for yourself in there. You always have access to imagination. You always have access to the feeling.

-> There are no excuses to not persist, especially after reading this post!

P.S. Make sure you’ve read every post i’ve linked throughout this post! They are extremely important!!

-> People with the success stories are the ones who have fully identified with the inner self. -> @loasuccessarchive

-> Read my favourite success story quotes (CLICK HERE)

You have no excuses. Go give yourself your dream life. December’s coming. And Santa’s not going to drop your dream life down your chimney. Give yourself a holly jolly Christmas, and a dream life to feel thankful for on thanksgiving. You know you love me. XOXO

- gossip girl

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Rest Had Seemed The Sweetest Thing.

Bucky's slowly learning that love isn't a finite resource. aka, Bucky's first Christmas.

pairing - bucky barnes x female reader

warnings - none!! just tooth rottingly sweet fluff <3

word count - 1.7k

author's note - based on these two requests!! i'm also trying a new post format... what do we think?? I promised you i'd get a couple of xmas fics out before the 25th... I lied. apologies!! forgive me. title taken from the poem The Owl by Edward Thomas.

as always, if you enjoyed, please reblog!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics. thanks, angels <3

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He whispers the words, timid and reserved, directly into your ear as if he's worried someone else will hear. It's only the two of you sat on the couch in your shared apartment, but Bucky's nervous.

Your head whips around in shock, trying to play it cool. Failed.

"Are you... are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

You grin, big and blinding, the beams of it radiating into Bucky's bones. It settles into his muscles, eases the tension from his shoulders.

You try not to make a big deal of it, try to keep your excitement under wraps. But you've been waiting for him to say those words for almost six years.

"I want to do Christmas this year."

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He hates the cold.

No, he's traumatised by the cold.

Years spent frozen, genetically modified and locked in a glorified freezer. Every gust of wind, every flake of snow reminds him of the darkest days with no light to be seen. His blood may run hot, but he feels like his heart is yet to thaw. He debates moving to the desert at least ten times a day.

Then he looks at you. How happy you are when winter comes around. The way your face lights up when it snows. And he figures that if it brings you this much joy... maybe he can tolerate it.

He bites back the chill, grits his teeth at the icy breeze, ignores the shudder of the cold all the way down to his bones. He grins and bears it, because you love it. He thinks you don't notice.

You do.

You've known ever since you met him. His demeanour changes when the winter comes around. He gets a little tentative around the autumn time, as if he's preparing himself for the worst. And then the first snow falls, and he's different. Guarded. Careful. Reluctant. He puts a fake smile on his face and pretends, but you're nothing if not completely in tune with everything Bucky Barnes.

You never asked, never pried. Just stood steadily by his side, regardless of the walls he'd placed around himself. Around his heart.

He broke down one night, wrapped up in bed with you. A chill had blown through your old apartments rickety windows and unearthed old memories, ice running into his veins. He was sure his tears were frozen as they dripped down his face.

You understood him better, since that day.

You've tried to suggest moving in subtle and not so subtle ways, but he won't have it. He knows this is your home. He knows you like it here. He knows he can stay, if he works a little harder on himself.

So, he tries. Every single day, he tries. And that's all that matters.

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"Okay, so... ground rules. Hit me, Buck. We do this on your terms."

He thinks for a moment before turning to face you.

"I want it to be just us. No one else."

"Done."

"And I don't wanna do the whole Christmas dinner thing. Feels like too much all at once."

You fight the urge to burst into tears at how easily he's communicating with you, how effortlessly he's enforcing his boundaries. You've come a long way.

"Done. Agreed, by the way. Fuck Christmas dinner. We'll do our own thing."

He grins at you, leaning in to kiss you slowly, tenderly, leisurely. Like you have all the time in the world.

"I want to get a tree. And lights. We don't have to do all the ornaments and stuff, but lights would be nice."

"I have an artificial tree in the back of the storage closet... is that okay?"

"Perfect. I don't want to stand on all the pine needles, anyway."

Laughing, you shift closer to him, tangling your legs together on the couch.

"And no gifts for me."

"But Buck-"

"Angel. I don't want anything. I have everything I need sat next to me."

You roll your eyes, but you can't wipe the smile off your face.

"This isn't fair, suddenly."

"It's plenty fair. You stress too much when you buy gifts, and this is going to be a stress free Christmas. Understood?"

He hooks his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Understood," you whisper, swinging your knee over so you're straddling him. "Stress free."

Bucky tilts his head up to kiss you, gentle at first, then firmer when you roll your hips into his. He's a little distracted, admittedly. He got you to promise not to get him anything, but made sure you wouldn't ask the same. His mind runs a mile a minute, trying to wrack his brain on what kind of gift to get for the love of his life, the person that saved him and continues to save him every single day.

He comes up empty, but lets you kiss the thoughts away for a little while.

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"My mom taught me this specific way to hang lights on your tree. Look, grab this end and I'll show you."

You're both still in your pyjamas, fire roaring, a jazzy Christmas melody playing from the radio. You decided you wouldn't put up your tree until the day before, to save Bucky from feeling overwhelmed. It's worked, so far - he looks plenty relaxed as he chuckles and rises from the armchair.

"You're tall, so hold this above your head so they don't tangle."

You work diligently, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you concentrate. Bucky's happy to watch you, fighting the smile off his face every time you sigh in exasperation. Eventually, you step back and admire your masterpiece, satisfied and content.

"It's beautiful, baby," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He presses a kiss into your neck, then another, then another. Your eyes slip closed, and you sink into his embrace, feeling more at peace than you ever thought possible. You spend the evening by the fire, lying on the rug, room illuminated by the lights on the tree.

It's perfect in every way.

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"Merry Christmas, angel."

"Merry Christmas, Buck."

His hand finds yours under the duvet, pulling you in close. You tangle yourself around him like lights on a tree, all encompassed by his warmth.

"What's the plan for today, Sergeant?"

He presses a kiss into your temple, propping himself up on his elbow so he can see you properly.

"I say we make some breakfast, spend all day on the couch, and then maybe make some dinner? I know we said we wouldn't do a traditional Christmas dinner, but it'd still be nice to take the time to cook something."

"That sounds perfect."

In the kitchen, you make pancakes with copious amounts of maple syrup, strawberries and pieces of banana strewn across your plates.

"My Mom made us pancakes every Christmas morning, you know."

"You've never told me that."

"I know. I kind of refrained from ever talking about anything festive, because I didn't want you to feel guilty."

"For making you miss out for so many years?"

"I haven't missed out, baby. I chose not to do Christmas because I love you. And that love takes precedent over everything else."

Bucky kisses you then, across the kitchen table, full and golden and so full of love you almost fall off your chair. He tastes like blueberry jam and syrup and coffee, and you wish you could bottle it up and stick a little under your tongue when you get homesick.

"What changed?"

"Hmm?"

"Why now? I would have been content to never do Christmas again, if it made you happy."

"Because I realised something, a couple of months ago. We were sat in the park, and you were laughing at that dog chasing the boomerang. The sun was making you glow, like some sort of angel, and I just knew. I can do anything with you by my side. I can't put my future on hold because of my past."

You're fighting back tears as you look at him, so happy and content. You never thought this was possible, when you first met him.

And here you are.

Celebrating Christmas, showing him your childhood traditions, making pancakes like your Mama used to. You're sat at the kitchen table as the snow falls outside and the warmth that Bucky's love brings is keeping the chill at bay.

It doesn't get better than this.

"I got you something," he murmurs almost sheepishly.

"Bucky-"

"Don't yell at me! I know it makes me a hypocrite, I know I said no gifts, I know."

You roll your eyes, but watch his every move as he gets up and leaves the room. You finish your breakfast and put both of your plates in the sink, turning on the tap so they can soak. When you turn around, Bucky has returned.

He's on one knee.

There's a ring between his fingers, glinting in the winter sun. You're both still in your pyjamas, warm and full, not quite having shaken off the heavy embrace of sleep just yet.

It's perfect.

"Maybe it's cliche to propose on Christmas day, but... I want to replace all of my old memories with new ones. Memories like this."

You walk over to him, kneeling down in front of him so your eyes are level.

"You've taught me what love is, baby. And I can never repay you for that. But I can certainly try. Every day, I can try."

There are tears dripping down both of your cheeks, Bucky's grin matching yours. The two of you are overwhelmed in the best way, unsure of how to process the gravity of what you're feeling.

"Marry me, baby. Let's do this forever."

You lunge forward and smash your lips to his, laughing into his mouth.

"Yes," you breathe when you pull away. "God, yes. A million times yes, Buck."

His arms wrap around your middle as he picks you up, twirling you in circles around the kitchen, both of you shrieking with joy.

Bucky slips the ring onto your finger when he puts you down, both of you tilting your heads to admire it.

"I love you," you murmur, leaning up to press your foreheads together. "The cold can't touch you now, baby. This love will warm us forever."

The cold can't touch him now. Love will warm him forever.

@lizzystuffsthings <3

[twilight-saga-headcanons]

Twilight Saga Headcanons - What They Smell Like

Requested by: no one

oOo

The Cullens:

Carlisle takes great pride in his grooming, but tends to go for scentless soaps because some of his patients have allergies. Always somehow smells a little like disinfectant when he gets home after work. He somehow smells very ancient, like incense and a scent you might discover walking through an extremely old and dusty church.

Everything about Esme smells delicate. Her favorite scents as a human were floral and light, like lavender and rosewater. Definitely has an aroma of perfume that trails after her, though she doesn't wear any.

The only way to really describe Edward's scent is clean. Icy cedar, fresh snow, and oranges. It's a pure, subtle scent.

Rosalie's scent is arguably the most powerful. It isn't strong, but it's enticing. It's like warm Tennessee Whiskey and dripping honey - a scent that's designed to seduce and draw you in.

Emmett would absolutely smell like Axe body spray if Rosalie would let him wear it - she doesn't. It stings EVERYONE's noses to an insane degree. Overall, though, Emmett smells like warm velvet, like a blanket you've just pulled out of the dryer.

Even after all this time, Jasper still carries the faint scent of gunpowder. There's something about his scent that stings, like mint and eucalyptus.

Alice smells like salt and coconut, like a sweet and windy beach day. She also carries a light scent of sparking ozone, but it's so faint that sometimes they all forget that it's there.

oOo

Wolf Pack:

Sam assumes he smells so much like food because of the many hours spent in Emily's kitchen. Sam is warm honey mixed in with steaming oatmeal; fresh bread and maple syrup.

Jared used to smell like leather because of the jacket he always wore to school, but that was destroyed years ago when he phased. It's an extremely manly scent mixed with vanilla and amber.

Paul's scent is very warm and spicy, a natural and earthy woodsy musk, like the soil after a heavy rain. It can tingle your nose, but it's still very attractive.

Surprisingly, the one who smells most like the outdoors is Embry. His whole body is tied to the scent of patchouli and pine; it's a very nature-based scent.

A lot of Jacob's scent is mixed in with how much time he spends around cars, so you'll get a whiff of rush and metal and probably motor oil, but it isn't unpleasant or off-putting.

Tobacco is the leading scent for Quil, which he assumes is because of his grandfather. He also smells very much like ginger and cinnamon.

Though she's never been a big reader, Leah smells like old books and paper. It's a bit of a dusty scent, but goes well when mixed with her favorite vetiver lotion and body wash.

Seth has a very bright and welcoming smell, like cinnamon sugar or a freshly baked pie crust. It's a smell you somehow always associate with your childhood, but you can't put your finger on exactly why.

[zapreportsblog]

Emmett, Garrett, and Edward(separate) with a mate that when turned has ice abilities(yes like Elsa I can't help it 🤣) as always please and thank you!

❝the cold, never bothered me anyways❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader , emmett cullen x reader , edward cullen x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : Garrett, Emmett and Edward just learn of their mates gift and let’s just say they are amazed

✭ twilight masterlist

Garrett :

Garrett, the rugged and adventurous vampire nomad, had always been drawn to unconventional beauty and unique experiences. That's why, when he met (Y/N), he couldn't resist her allure. They were two kindred spirits, seeking adventure and excitement in the world, and their connection had grown stronger with each passing day.

One sunny afternoon, Garrett and (Y/N) found themselves lounging in a meadow near the town of Denali. The day was sweltering, the sun blazing overhead, and Garrett couldn't help but voice his thoughts.

"Whew, it's a scorcher today," Garrett remarked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I wish it were cooler, maybe even a snowy day. That would be perfect."

(Y/N) glanced at Garrett, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She had a secret, one she had been waiting for the right moment to reveal. As her hand brushed against a blade of grass, it instantly froze, turning into a delicate icicle.

Garrett watched in astonishment as (Y/N) summoned her icy powers, forming a small flurry of snowflakes that danced around them, cooling the air around them. The sweltering heat gave way to a gentle, refreshing chill.

His eyes widened with wonder as he realized what was happening. "Did you just... make it snow?"

(Y/N) smiled mischievously as she continued to manipulate the ice and snow around them. "I have a little bit of Elsa in me," she admitted, referring to the beloved Disney character with similar powers.

Garrett couldn't contain his excitement. "That's incredible, (Y/N)! You can control the weather?"

With a nod, (Y/N) answered, "It seems that way. I can create snow and ice, even on the hottest of days."

Garrett couldn't resist the urge to playfully scoop up some of the snow (Y/N) had created and toss it in her direction. She giggled as the icy flakes landed on her skin, creating a delightful sensation.

As they enjoyed the unexpected snowfall, Garrett realized that he had found something truly extraordinary in (Y/N). Her unique abilities only added to her allure, and he couldn't wait to explore the world with her, one snowy adventure at a time. This day marked the beginning of a thrilling journey they would embark on together, their love and their lives forever intertwined with the magic of ice and snow.

Emmett Cullen :

Snow blanketed the town of Forks, transforming it into a winter wonderland. It was a day that Emmett Cullen, the jovial and strong member of the Cullen family, had been eagerly anticipating. He and (Y/N), his beloved mate, had planned to spend the day together, reveling in the beauty of the freshly fallen snow.

Emmett's enthusiasm for the day was infectious, and his excitement had been building for weeks. He couldn't wait to see (Y/N)'s reaction to the snowy landscape, as it held a special surprise he had been keeping secret.

As they ventured into the snowy forest, hand in hand, Emmett's grin was as wide as ever. "Isn't this amazing, (Y/N)?" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm bubbling over. "I knew you'd love it!"

(Y/N) smiled back at him, her eyes filled with affection. She had always been drawn to Emmett's zest for life and his ability to find joy in the simplest of moments. "It's beautiful, Emmett. I'm so grateful we can share this together."

Emmett led her deeper into the woods until they reached a secluded clearing. The trees were heavy with snow, and the world seemed hushed in a serene stillness.

"Close your eyes, (Y/N)," Emmett instructed with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've got a surprise for you."

(Y/N) obliged, closing her eyes and feeling the cold, crisp air on her cheeks. She trusted Emmett implicitly and eagerly awaited the surprise he had in store.

Emmett took a step back and then, with a flourish, he clapped his hands together, creating a miniature snowstorm around them. Snowflakes swirled through the air, dancing in intricate patterns, and (Y/N) felt the magic of the moment wash over her.

As she opened her eyes and witnessed the enchanting display of snowfall, her heart skipped a beat. But something extraordinary happened. She felt a strange connection to the snowflakes, an inexplicable power coursing through her veins.

In her excitement and amazement, (Y/N) raised her hand, and to her astonishment, the snowflakes responded. They swirled and danced at her command, forming intricate shapes and designs. It was as if she had control over the very essence of winter itself.

Emmett watched in awe as (Y/N) unwittingly harnessed this incredible power. "Wow," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

Realization dawned on (Y/N) as she stared at her hands, her eyes wide with wonder. "I... I have ice abilities.”

Emmett could hardly contain his excitement. "That's amazing, (Y/N)! You're like a real-life snow queen!"

As they continued to explore her newfound powers together, (Y/N) and Emmett's bond grew stronger, their love warming even the coldest of winter days. Little did they know that her abilities would bring an extra layer of enchantment to their lives, and the snowy day in Forks would forever be etched in their memories as the day they discovered her unique gift.

Edward Cullen :

The small town of Forks lay beneath a thick blanket of snow, its streets and houses gleaming white in the winter sunlight. Edward Cullen, the introspective and empathetic member of the Cullen family, had been planning a surprise for (Y/N), his beloved mate. He had been monitoring the weather forecast closely, waiting for the perfect snowy day to reveal his plan.

As (Y/N) and Edward prepared to go out for a romantic drive, Edward couldn't help but smile at his mate's excitement. She had always loved the snow, and he knew that today's surprise would be especially meaningful to her.

As they stepped outside, (Y/N) marveled at the winter wonderland that surrounded them. "It's so beautiful," she sighed, her breath forming a frosty cloud in the cold air.

Edward chuckled softly, his golden eyes filled with adoration. "Just wait, (Y/N). I have something special planned for today."

He led her to his car, which was buried under a thick layer of snow and ice. (Y/N) watched as he handed her a snowbrush and began to clear the snow from the car.

But as (Y/N) reached out to help, something incredible happened. Her touch sent a wave of energy through the snow and ice, causing it to melt and evaporate before their eyes. The snowbrush in her hand was unnecessary; the ice and snow retreated at her mere presence.

Edward stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in astonishment. "Did you just...?"

(Y/N) looked down at her hands, realizing that something extraordinary had just occurred. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammered. "It just happened."

Edward's smile returned, filled with awe and wonder. "You have ice abilities, (Y/N).”

Realization washed over her, and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile in return. "I suppose I do."

As the last of the ice and snow disappeared, (Y/N) and Edward stood before the now-clear car. The surprise he had planned had become even more magical, thanks to her newfound abilities.

Together, they embarked on their romantic drive, reveling in the beauty of the winter landscape. For (Y/N) and Edward, this snowy day marked the beginning of a new chapter in their love story, one filled with warmth and enchantment, even in the coldest of seasons.

Garrett, Edward and Emmett :

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as the Cullen family, including Garrett, Emmett, and Edward, stood on one side of a vast snowy field. On the opposing side were the Volturi, the ancient vampire royalty, led by Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Tensions had reached a breaking point, and a battle between the two factions seemed inevitable.

(Y/N), their beloved mate with ice abilities, stood at the forefront, her powers at the ready. The snowy field was the perfect canvas for her unique gift, and she was determined to protect her family and her mates at any cost.

The confrontation escalated, and as the Volturi advanced with menacing intent, (Y/N) raised her hands, her fingers poised like a conductor about to lead an orchestra. In an instant, the snow beneath her feet began to transform.

Spikes of ice erupted from the ground, forming a formidable barrier between the Cullens and the Volturi. Each spike glistened with deadly beauty, ready to defend against any threat.

Garrett, Emmett, and Edward watched in awe as their mate's power unfolded before their eyes. They had known of her abilities, but seeing her wield them with such precision and strength left them speechless.

Emmett grinned, his admiration shining through his usually jovial demeanor. "That's our mate," he exclaimed, pride and affection in his voice.

Edward, usually composed and analytical, was equally astounded. "She's incredible," he murmured, his eyes never leaving (Y/N).

Garrett, the adventurous nomad, couldn't help but be captivated by the sight. "I knew you were extraordinary, (Y/N), but this is beyond anything I could have imagined."

(Y/N) stood her ground, her icy spikes forming an impenetrable barrier. She was ready to defend her family and mates against any threat from the Volturi. Her love for them was unwavering, and she was prepared to use her unique abilities to protect the ones she cherished most.

As the standoff continued, the Volturi hesitated, their confidence wavering in the face of (Y/N)'s formidable display of power. The snowy battlefield had become a testament to the strength of their bond, a bond forged not only by love but by the extraordinary abilities that united them.

In that moment, (Y/N) knew that she had found not just love but a family that accepted her for who she was, powers and all. And her mates, Garrett, Emmett, and Edward, realized that they had found a mate whose strength and determination were matched only by her unwavering love for them. Together, they stood ready to face whatever challenges the future held, bound by a love that could weather even the fiercest of storms.

[crepuscular-haze]

Dream Blunt Rotation:

hive of honeybees

small plant growing from a rock

the feeling of breaking through the top icy layer of fresh snow

rescuing the clones of your two boytoys, who are now in love with eachother as well as you, from a saw trap

Daniel Handler saying of Edward Gorey, “I like to think that I killed him.”

Enkidu

[sweetums0kitty]

I’ll Be Home For Christmas: Chapter 1: Baby It’s Cold Outside Edward Nashton X Reader

Once upon a time winter was a dreaded time of year for Edward, the cycle of the seasons; death and rebirth never more apparent than when Jack Frost’s icy fingers would slip in through the cracks of the orphanage and steal the life from one of the unfortunate urchins left to rot. But in the present blissfully curled against you in a mess of blankets and limbs the bitter chill brought on by the blankets of snow currently covering Gotham had no way to reach him now.

Sighing contentedly you snuggled yourself deeper into Eddie, turning inward more laying your cheek onto his chest. He was caught in a love-drunk haze gently tracing question marks into your back while occasionally tracing the tendons of your spine through the sleep shirt you were wearing. The night was almost perfect save for the question rattling around in your mind. The holidays were hard on him, you knew that Eddie tended to retreat into his shell this time of year. It couldn’t be exactly easy to be bombarded with images of family togetherness and warmth when that was something you had never known. Plucking up the courage you had you shut your eyes and spoke. “Eddie?” Gently you ghosted the whisper of his name. No response on his end, still giving you that dreamy-eyed look, paired with a silly little smile printed on his cubby cheeks. Reaching your hand up you lightly tapped the tip of his nose with your pointer finger, at the boop life blinked back into his deep green eyes.

Suddenly, his soft yet deceptively strong arms were rolling and lifting you gently from your place snuggled into his side to a new position. Being placed so you were laying across Edward’s long body. Once you settled comfortably where his chest was your pillow and the wonderfully plush flesh of his stomach served as a sort of cushion for the lower half of you. Legs bundled together. “Hi.” he whispers voice warm with affection as the tips of his fingers hold your chin, thumb gently grazing the bottom of your right cheek, while his other arm was thrown protectively over the middle of your back keeping you flush with his body and radiating with the heat from within the nest of blankets and the scorching intensity with which his gaze held yours. “H-hi.” was all that squeaked past the frozen features of your face. Dexterous fingers danced up the chin as his large thumb began to methodically stroke your lower lip. Instantly flushing everything that wasn’t the crushing waves of his adoration and all thoughts out of your pretty, little skull. “Eddie!” Shrill whines breaking past your lips as you flop your face into his chest. Mouth muffled by the well-worn jersey of his “There Might Be Giants Shirt.” Giggles erupt from both of you as you shyly look up from his chest. A rosy blush covers his cherubic cheeks as he speaks. “Sorry Pumpkin, but you’re just too cute!” Giggling as his fingers delve into your sides tickling you and eliciting shrieks of laughter. “Stop-“You whine adding extra o’s into the stop as you attempt to swat his wandering digits from your hips. “Can’t stop, won’t stop!” He insists pressing soft kisses into your forehead, right cheek, left, and finally your chin!

Lips almost capturing yours as you chase after him, but always pulling away at the final second. Pouting, you coo “Be serious!” As you lean up to grip his cheeks and finally press his soft and all at once slightly chapped lips to yours. Humming into the kiss as the arm at your back snakes up to tangle itself at the back of your skull lightly gripping your hair and holding you still. The other had moved to hold your cheek. Your thumbs tenderly massaging the apples of his cheeks turn the hum into a groan, but before the moment can deepen you pull away with a sharp breath. Whining at the loss of contact, it’s then Edward’s turn to attempt to chase after your lips. “Edward, honey-“ you said eyes scanning his face and tone slightly concerned. “can I ask you something?” At your question, your dorky boyfriend almost looked offended that you would even think to ask him before telling him something. You were his angel, his beloved, his soulmate! The only shining light in this infernal cesspool of a city. He would insist that you were a lighthouse in the swirling, storming seas of his mind. There was nothing you could or would do that could stop him from loving you! Before Edward could once again tell you all this you cut him off. “And I know you say that I can tell or ask you anything but this-“ trailing off and tearing your gaze from his eyes as you began to chew your lower lip out of anxiety “-would be a huge step for us! Only if you say yes!” Frantically spitting out the ending of your rambles. Anxiety began to gnaw at his mind as all the possibilities for what you would want and all the ways he could possibly ruin it for you began to plague his mind. But before the fear could congeal you spit out what had you both so worried.

“Would you want to come home with me for Christmas?” Said all in a rush, with a puff of air shoved out as if the words flying out of your mouth had burned you. To say Edward was shocked would be an understatement. Not a bad shock in the ways his mind had twisted and spewed. But the good kind- the kind that caused warmth to bloom in his chest and grow as a soft, golden heat throughout his body. “Home for Christmas…” he mused internally. Imagining waking up snuggled in your bed, in your childhood home, getting to seeing your baby pictures, and meeting your family! Truly view the people who helped foster your beautiful soul.” Sure there was a lingering sense of pain and the niggling self-loathing that floated in his brain but it was covered mainly by the fact that you wanted him to come home with you! To meet your family! Your parents! Your siblings! Everything! The warmth had turned his brain to a pile of warm, sticky mush so caught up in his lovesick musings he failed to hear you nearly panicking and taking his silence as a rejection.

As soon as you asked him, you desperately wished you could take it back. The words belly-flopped out of your mouth with all the grace a sack of Jell-O would have if it attempted a swan dive. Shame with its good friends; regret and self-loathing began to weave a tapestry in your mind of all the ways this was a terrible thing to ask. “Great job, come home with me so I can rub having a nice family and good childhood right in your face Eddie.” Bitterly the thoughts kept swirling until he looked down at you and smiled like you had hung the stars in the sky just for him and whispered.

“I would love to.”

[blood-darkened-moon]

Isolation

Chapter 3

December 23

Something frightened the dogs this morning. Marcus was about to feed them when he saw that they were all huddled together in the far corner of their kennel. With their tails tucked between their legs, they were yelping and whining. It took him quite a while to calm them down to some extent. Fortunately, they were not injured. After the dogs were taken care of, he first searched the area himself to find out what the cause was before he asked us for help. Lots of snow falls quickly, and the wind does its bit, not to mention the very limited visibility. Any remaining tracks shouldn’t be swallowed up by the snow. None of us noticed anything. The storm is quite loud, so you can hardly hear any noise that doesn’t come from the immediate vicinity of the building you’re in.

It can’t really have been wild animals. There are no animals here that are big enough to scare the dogs like that. Therefore, our first thought was that someone else from the Umbrella facility had shown up. So we mainly looked for vehicle tracks and also for footprints leading into or out of the research station, in case they had parked the vehicles outside. The search lasted over an hour and a half. We looked inside and about 100 meters around the station, but we found nothing, no vehicle tracks, no footprints. We were just about to stop when John discovered something we had not paid attention to before. A large amount of snow had fallen from one of the buildings, exposing the roof. It was slightly odd despite the strong wind, as the snow on the roofs is usually a bit icy and not so easy to move. There were also markings that looked like claw marks in several places on the roof and at the top of the wall, always two long, almost parallel lines. Marcus said that perhaps there were larger pieces of ice in the pile of snow that had left the patterns as they slid down. The noise this made may also have frightened the dogs. Nobody was really satisfied with the explanation, not even Marcus himself. Wouldn’t chunks of ice be more likely to create irregular scratch marks? Would a pile of falling snow really scare all the dogs? However, none of us had any better explanations. Judging by the size of the scratches, the animal should have been about the size of a human. Also, there didn’t seem to be any footprints leading to or away from the spot, as far as anyone could tell. It must have had wings to get onto the roof and away. That makes even less sense.

As for Dr. Edwards, I tried to ask Isaac about her, but he just said he wasn’t allowed to talk about his patients. She’s not really his patient, though. He hasn’t examined her due to the risk of infection, and unless she gets sick, it will probably stay that way. Moreover, her condition concerns us all. Fortunately, Harry is more talkative. I’ll just stick to him from now on. He said she was still doing well. She has a healthy appetite and has asked if she can have more food. Harry wants to ask about that, even though we don’t have that much leeway when it comes to food portion sizes. She gets the same amount as the rest of us and is already an extra mouth to feed. I’m sure AAD won’t be happy if they have to deliver unscheduled supplies. Otherwise, she seems to have taken a liking to the Gameboy. Harry has now got her rechargeable batteries and a charger, so she doesn’t use up all our batteries. She said she played until the batteries ran out. Quarantine must be really boring.

As she doesn’t seem to know anything about current events or has any hobbies, Harry tried small talk about her life this time. He said he wasn’t intrusive and also told her a few things about himself. Nevertheless, she wasn’t really talkative about it. In the beginning, she answered, albeit somewhat short, but later, she avoided some questions or simply ignored them before she wanted to change the subject. She didn’t say exactly where she came from, only that she was from England. From a small town that Harry wouldn’t know anyway. Her father is dead, she doesn’t know where her mother is. Apart from that, she has a twin brother with whom she gets along well. Harry asked her if we should contact him when communication is back on track, but she said she’d rather tell him everything in person when this is over. She was privately tutored as a child, and her studies were primarily distance learning. However, she didn’t want to say where she studied. That’s strange. I can somewhat understand her keeping quiet about things that have to do with her work, but something like this? Is she afraid we’ll check her statements? If only it were that simple. I would check her background if I could. I just don’t think she’s telling us the whole truth, at least she’s hiding something.

She was more talkative when it came to traveling. As a child, she had once spent a week in London and a few days in Edinburgh. Apart from that, her father took her on business trips to various countries from time to time. However, she either had to go along to the business meetings or stay in a hotel. She didn’t see much of the places they visited. Her father must have been quite a workaholic if he never went anywhere with his children when it wasn’t for business trips. As a teenager and during her studies, she never traveled and only focused on her career. Maybe that’s why she’s the way she is. It’s kind of sad if you never see the world during your youth. A lack of money was apparently not an issue in her case. Besides, she was very interested in what Harry told her about his trips to Indonesia, Thailand, Brazil, Mexico, and New Zealand. He had to describe everything down to the smallest detail, at least as far as he could remember. Harry also offered her to visit him when he is back home in Brisbane. He would show her around the city. They could also go on trips to other cities, or spend a few days in the Outback. She said maybe she would really do that if her brother could come with her. I wonder if her brother is as weird as she is.

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[sarahlizziewrites]

OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 2 - “Rain”

In which Matthew Raynott returns to his old lover, a changed man. (1646 words) WIP: Grey-Sky Lark (pre-canon) Characters: Edward Soames, Matthew Raynott Taglist: @mrbexwrites, @hippiewrites Content warning: suggestive

Spring had arrived in a torrent of icy rain from the Atlantic, turning Downing College’s lawn to a great muddy bog. Umbrellas became strewn sacrifices along Cambridge’s streets, trapped, inside-out, in spokes of bicycle tyres. 

Little of it mattered to Edward. Reading week brought with it a pile of books almost as high as his hip, and he had nothing to do but enjoy them. Seminars and lectures were suspended - would have been for the weather, anyway - but the fire was well-stocked, and Edward’s roommate had travelled home for the week. 

So when a knock sounded at his door just as he had settled into an evening of picking apart Milton’s tapestry of words, he rose to answer it with no small amount of irritation.

Irritation which melted away almost at once when he saw who it was.

“May I come in?”

Matthew’s hair was darkened into thick clumps by the rain, and he wore no coat. His suit was ruined, his expression grim. And though he hadn’t seen him in almost a year, Edward’s heart would never fail to skip a beat when he looked into those piercing blue eyes.

“Of course.”

He backed up and allowed his old friend to enter. Dozens of things to say entered Edward’s mind but died on his tongue - what does one say to one’s friend and former lover, estranged by nothing more trivial than the narrow distance between two universities? But when he saw the dark puddles of water that Matthew was leaving on the carpet, water running in rivulets from his clothes, he settled on: “Christ, Matthew, did you walk from Oxford?”

Matthew smiled, forced and uneasy. Edward quietly longed for the smile that was bright like sunshine, the one he knew was hard to look at too long. But now, even this insincere smile faltered, as though Matthew had only just noticed the distance that had grown between them, far wider than the length of the room. “No, this is just since the station,” he said, as his clothes gently dripped. “It’s biblical out there.”

Edward watched him carefully as he looked around at the fire, the pile of books, and at Paradise Lost waiting patiently on the window seat. He waited for a jab at his reading choice, some kind of joke about his reading more than was mandatory, or the ambitious speed at which he planned to do so. But none came: instead, Matthew looked at him from underneath sable lashes, his smile thin and lacking warmth, his expression dour.

“Why are you here, Matthew?” 

He blinked once, before saying: “I’m here to say goodbye.”

“What?”

He had just come back; goodbye wasn’t on the table. Yes, Edward had grown resentful at their distance; had cursed his own heart for falling for someone so fickle. But despite it all, he couldn’t deny that it was towards Matthew that his heart always tugged and prodded.

Edward moved closer, narrowing that space in the room, but Matthew backed away from him, keeping the distance the same, holding his palms before him in either aversion or surrender. “I… I just wanted to see you one last time. Perhaps I shouldn’t have come.”

“Don't–” Edward said, moving forward again. This time, slower, as though Matthew was a cornered animal. “Don’t say things like that.” Yes, they had drifted apart. But Edward couldn’t fathom a future that didn’t feature Matthew in some way. 

Matthew shook his head, flicking water droplets around the room. “I shouldn’t have come.” 

Something shifted when Matthew at last allowed him to touch - a floodgate had opened. On his face, care and concern mingled with an old affection. The time they had spent apart melted like settled snow meeting rain, disappearing to nothing, and for all that had changed, they might as well have been sixteen again, craving each others’ touch and convinced that nothing would ever change.

“You should get out of these wet clothes.”

Sliding his hands beneath the shoulders of Matthew’s jacket to slide it off was the only sensible thing he could think to do - the only thing he could think to do that would stop Matthew from leaving in that moment.

Matthew let him free the sopping jacket from his shoulders. And once the jacket had been hung on the back of the chair, still dripping into the carpet, he allowed him to do the same to his waistcoat, its grey wool darkened in patches with rainwater. In silence, Matthew watched as Edward carefully removed his cufflinks and unfolded his cuffs.

His shirt was damp as well, and with Matthew’s hands continuing to unfasten the buttons from the top down, Edward began from the bottom, giddy on the heady feeling of being so intimate with Matthew again. His fingers fumbled on the buttons, almost as skittish as when he had first done so, all those years ago, and he twitched away when Matthew’s hands met his, somewhere near the middle. 

When he looked up, Matthew’s eyes were squeezed shut, almost as though he was in pain.

“We really mustn’t do this,” he said, but his hand found Edward’s neck, sending shivers through him, despite the proximity of the fire. “I can’t promise…” he trailed off, bending towards him with a shuddering sigh. He was even closer to Edward now, but still only touching at those few pre-ordained places, holding back, tense as a racing hound. “I should go,” he said again, his voice a whisper.

The room was near-silent, apart from the fire. The rain continued to drum, distantly, outside. But damn him - Matthew’s presence always made Edward’s blood roar in his ears; always made his heart race like he was running uphill. 

“You mustn’t go,” Edward replied, voice humming deep in his chest. He had always been the cautious one, not Matthew. But if he hadn’t come here for this, why had he come here at all? “I’ve learned not to take your promises too seriously anyway.” 

Even as he said so, his hands slid against Matthew’s chest again and found his braces, sliding them from his shoulders. With a sigh barely loud enough for Edward to hear, Matthew’s lips came to rest over his thundering pulse, not kissing, but just lingering there in a tantalising brush. 

“I missed you, Eddie,” he mumbled into his skin, the words spilling from him, more felt than heard. He dragged his nose up the side of Edward’s neck: it wouldn’t matter how long they had been apart; Edward’s body would remember that sensation and react in the way it always had, tugging him forward with an ache below his collarbone. “I could have used your manner of confronting my bad habits at Oxford.”

Having undone each button of Matthew’s shirt, all that was left was his trousers. Edward’s fingers lingered at the button; Matthew’s hand tightened on his neck. 

“I wrote you,” Edward said, allowing his eyes to slide closed. The last thing he saw was the blurred world outside; the stirring lights of the street beyond the rain-clouded glass. “You never replied.”

Matthew did kiss his skin then, lips pressing at the spot where his collar ended. “Four,” he said, over the crackling sound of the fire, before kissing his pulse point again, trembling.

“Hmm?”

“Four. You wrote me four letters.” A hand slid around Edward’s waist as though it had never been anywhere else. “I don’t know why I didn’t reply to them. I wanted to. They just… sat there on my desk, judging me. And the longer they sat there, the harder it became to reply. I’m…” he smeared a sloppy kiss just below Edward’s ear. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

With that, Edward grabbed a fistful of his hair, wringing the strands and sending water trickling down Matthew’s back, and pulled him to his lips for a kiss. 

None of it mattered: the time apart, the unanswered letters, the promised goodbye - because Matthew was pulling him close by his hips and kissing him back hungrily, groaning into his mouth. 

Touching him hungrily, too, as though his hands couldn’t get enough. They were in his hair, and tugging at his shirt to untuck it, keenly seeking skin, pulling him towards the single bed. Once Edward had undone the button holding his trousers up, they fell into a wet heap, and Matthew stepped free from them, all with his lips on Edward’s.

The hands that undressed him were careful; so careful. Still, they left chills in their wake. Everything that followed was achingly gentle. Edward almost would have preferred something rushed and indelicate, something that didn’t feel so much like he was being picked apart more thoroughly than he had planned to pick apart Paradise Lost that evening. Something that didn’t feel quite so much like goodbye.

When they were through, wordlessly, they formed their usual shape: Edward resting his head on Matthew’s chest, Matthew’s arm surrounding his body. They fit in the small bed better like this; always had.

After a few moments, Matthew stirred, rising from the bed. Edward watched him leave, sick of reaching for something that wouldn’t be there. That didn’t mean he didn’t miss his presence though, that the small bed didn’t feel cavernous without him in it. 

He wanted to promise that he’d love him no matter what, or some other such platitude. He wanted to turn back the clock and bring back the Matthew he had loved. 

This other Matthew slid on his clothes, still cold and wet. Shoved his tie in a pocket, glanced back at him in bed with Matthew’s blue eyes. 

And somehow, he knew, that when the man in Matthew’s body leaned down to kiss him once more, drawing a thumb over his bottom lip, lingering close for one last goodbye, that he would never see him again, and if he wrote, he wouldn’t get a reply. 

[skyfall8600]

Day 6: Ice Skating

12 days of Christmas with Eddie

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Warnings: BLOOD AND CUTS MENTIONED (accident occurs)

[1.1k words]

Impulsive accident prone Edward Munson was no stranger to broken bones and bruises. He often acted without thinking, resulting in many injuries over the years. This was no different in the winter months.

Despite the danger of icy roads and steps, Eddie had the brilliant idea of attempting to ice skate for the first time. He pleaded and begged you to go with him, too afraid to go alone.

“No! I am not having you injured and broken on Christmas.” You argued.

“But it looks like so much fun, come on—“ he sighed, “look there’s even kids doing it!”

You didn’t want to be the bad guy, you knew that an injured Eddie was bound to happen one way or another. But you refused to let him know the real reason why you were so against ice skating. You were afraid. Afraid of falling, afraid of the blades…

Back when you were younger you too were excited to try the dangerous activity. You were naturally good at it, spending hours perfecting every move. But one day the ice was too fresh, and not even two minutes after getting onto the ice, you fell hard and in the panic sliced open your hand. The entire experience was beyond traumatic, for years after even the sight of ice on the ground had you panicked.

“I just—don’t think it’s a good idea,” you said, averting your eyes away from Eddie.

Eddie dropped the topic short after, clearly sensing that there may have been something more.

Since that day of the discussion, Eddie made it his mission to find out why you were so against it. He tried talking to you longest friends, and they merely encouraged him to let it be. But he didn’t stop there.

You were out Christmas shopping with your mom, and Eddie took full advantage of your dad being alone. You see, your dad had a bad habit of rambling and talking everyone’s ear off.

“Hey Eddie! What’s up son?” Your dad said cheerfully.

“I actually had a question to ask you.” Eddie said, nervously trying his best to talk to your dad. Although your dad was friendly with him, and more than happy to have Eddie around, Eddie couldn’t help but always feel nervous around him.

The color dropped from his face, “No, absolutely not. I love you Kid, I love how happy you make my daughter but I have to say no.”

“N—no?”

Eddie stumbled for words, clearly not expecting this reaction from him.

“Yes, no! You’re both too young, I appreciate you asking for my permission but hell Kid….. at least wait until college.”

With each word your father said Eddie grew more and more confused. “Sir, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

Your fathers eyebrows furrowed together, anger slowly creeping up onto his face. “Asking to marry my daughter is no big deal?”

It was Eddie’s turn to feel the blood drain from his face.

“Ask to marry!? Who said anything about marrying! I mean— I love her and hope that maybe one day we can consider that. Sure my family don’t have the best track record of the whole marriage thing but I’d love to marry her one day— NOT today! I uh— totally respect your wishes to wait until college or even after college, yeah….. that seems way more reasonable but that wasn’t the QUESTION I was going to ask.” Eddie was huffing and out of breath by the time he finished his rambling.

Your father’s stern face relaxed instantly and a small plastered his lips. “Oh thank god, you scared me for a minute there—what’s your question then?”

Swiping away the sweat from his forehead, Eddie said “Why does Y/n hate ice skating?”

Nodding his head in understandment, your father encouraged Eddie to sit at the kitchen bench.

“She didn’t used to hate it, in fact she was amazing at it. When she was five we had to practically drag her off the ice.” He laughed, remembering the deafening screams you let out. “The following winter was bad, we’ve never seen snow and thick ice like it. We tried to tell her not to go skating but she snuck past us…. Seconds later we saw the blood and rushed to her. Poor thing had sliced her hands open, chin busted and her front tooth gone. Ever since she’s refused to ever try again, hell even ice on the sidewalk has her freaking out.”

“Oh—“

Eddie was lost for words, even more so when your father brought out old photos of you. Skates on, a big smile and little pigtails sticking out from under your helmet.

“Do you think— with the right encouragement she might get back on the ice?”

Your father sighed, “I hope so. Well, if you have any ideas I’m all yours.”

The two of them formed a tight bond in the next few weeks. Creating a perfect fake-snow shelter. One of your friends generously donated the use of their backyard for the project, placing a large white tarp to prevent the natural snow fall from coming in. Then, with cotton and styrofoam they worked together to create a small winter wonderland.

The day of the big surprise went smoothly. You had no idea of what would unfold. Eddie blind folded you, guiding you out of the van. Terrified of the unknown ground underneath your feet. You latched on to Eddie with a tight grip.

“Okay, on three— one. Two. Three!” He took off the blind fold and you saw the little winter wonderland in all its glory.

“Wh— what is all this?” You asked, your eyes flashing over all the lights and fake snow. It was gorgeous.

“Non dangerous snow!” He cheered, “here here— look, it’s just paint along here and on the floor, take one of these.”

He handed you shiny sneakers.

“Why?”

“These my dear, are our skates— and this small section, is our ice skating rink. I figured since you're still not up for the real thing, we can pretend and fake ice-skate-dance.”

You looked up at Eddie in disbelief, “You did all this for me?”

“Of course, we’ll take baby steps and get you on the ice again— your dad told me all about the ice skating accident.”

Your heart melted. You loved the boy in front of you, so caring and passionate. You knew he was my stranger to playing make belief in his fantasy games, and he had somehow found a way to create a make belief fantasy entirely for you.

You kissed him, the shiny sneakers squeezed in your hands.

“I take that as you liking the set up?” He teased against your lips.

You nodded, “I’d love to fake ice-skate-dance with you. Thank you Eddie.”

The next challenge was deciding which music to play as you danced around the painted white circle on the floor.

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[kaijubluu]

alright, attempt 2 😭

happy @hbowardaily fic exchange, @ep6bastogne!

your prompts were, quite frankly, a delight to work with! i did take some creative liberties with prompts one and two, but i hope you enjoy my nyquil-tinted, slightly manic writing.

enjoy!

wash the blood from my hands

baberoe, mild tw for injury/death

there are guts in his hands, rubbery and cooling and dead.

no, there's blood bubbling up under his desperate fingers and desperate linens, not showing any signs of stopping.

no, there's necrotic flesh giving way under his oh-so-gentle hands, black and rotted and corpse-like, though the corpsman the limb is attached to is very much alive.

no, his blood-slick fingers are slipping on packets of sulfa, as toye and guarnere lay at his feet in pieces.

no, he's laying in a frigid foxhole in the dead of france.

eugene roe snaps awake with a shudder, feeling like he needs to vomit. everything around him smells like blood and death, and he can't-

he can't-

he can't escape.

gene scrambles out of his lonesome little shelter before he suffocates in it, in the copper-sweet. he stumbles through the trees, quiet as a mouse and heart beating twice as fast, searching for a sign, any sign, that he hasn't failed his men, his duty.

he gasps in breath after breath of frigid air, desperate to regain control. he can feel tears spilling out of his eyes, freezing in salty icicles on his blue-black lashes, his still blood-splattered cheeks. his breathing turns to weeping, huge, choking sobs clawing their way out of his throat.

gene falls to his knees in a copse of icy trees, dead but still standing. he's drowning in his despair, in the blood of his friends and enemies, in the tears that hurt to shed.

all of a sudden, there's a hand on his shoulder, and a kind voice drifting through the deliciously cold air.

"doc," the voice, babe's voice says. "doc, you look dead on your feet!"

he mumbles out a tear-stained excuse, but babe doesn't care to listen, and drops down into the snow next to his friend.

"c'mon, gene," he tries again, infinitely softer. "you'll be a lot more comfortable in my foxhole."

they stand together, one unsteady and one solid as stone. babe leads the medic through snow-capped trees, but gene barely notices. he still feels asleep, or lost in some fugue state. all sensation is lost to the winter air, save the warmth that blooms under babe's hands on his wrist, his side, his shoulder.

it's in this dreamy state that babe directs him to a cozy foxhole right on the front line, so similar yet so different from his own. the same scratchy blanket, the same tang in his nose of dirt. but babe's foxhole feels lived-in, a place where friends have come and gone in comfort. it feels like an actual refuge, one babe tucks gene in with the same infinite gentleness he speaks to him with.

babe nudges his friend in and crawls in after him before tucking a blanket over the both of them.

they're so close together, gene notices distantly. pressed together shoulder to hip to thigh to ankle.

a moment passes.

as warmth builds up in the foxhole, gene finds himself coming back alive. he turns to thank his friend, but babe shushes him and gently take gene's frozen hands in his own, only marginally warmer ones.

"when i was little," babe begins. "when i was little, my momma would kiss each and every one of our little cuts and bruises away. we used to ask if it was magic. she'd laugh, and tell us no, there was no such thing as magic. just love, and hope."

he leans forward, carefully, so carefully, and presses a kiss to gene's blood-stained knuckles.

gene gasps, a tiny little noise, almost lost in his breathing.

babe elects to ignore it, and presses another kiss to gene's opposite hand.

"guess what i'm trying to say, hon-"

"how can you love me?" gene interrupts in a raspy whisper. "how can you love me when you know what i have and haven't done, edward?"

babe frowns. "i don't . . . i don't understand, gene."

"your friends, edward. i've held your friends' guts in, and tried to keep their blood in their veins, and tried to save their limbs, and i've failed!" gene pulls his hands out of babe's grasp to wipe at his wet-again eyes. "i've failed everywhere it counts, babe, and you still love me!"

"oh, gene . . ." it's a sigh of a sentence, punctuated only by the plink, plink of tears on frozen soil. babe leans forward once more, but this time, he kisses the salt off of gene's apple-red cheeks. "you don't need to save everyone to be worthy of love. i'd kiss the blood off your hands, honey. i'd kiss the sins off your lips as you confess them, darling."

"you . . . what?" comes a shaky whisper.

babe sighs again. "come here," he says, and gene does. babe tucks his lover close, rests his chin on that tousled head of blue-black hair.

"i didn't fall in love with perfect, eugene roe. i fell in love with you. every mistake you've made, good or bad. just you."

[writingsofmax]

Disarm pt. 21

Words: 1.5 K

Summary: Edward and Y/N go for a little walk and he thinks about his life choices.

Tags: fluff, angst Author's note: a very special thank you to @e-moneyyy for helping me with some of the dialogue in this chapter while I was indisposed

Chapter 21- I Want To Change

“I want to go for a walk,” Y/N announced, setting her book down with a thump on the coffee table. 

Edward turned away from his computer screen and glanced out the window. Snowing again. “Are you sure? It’s snowing and… cold,” he finished decidedly.  

He didn’t think she was helpless by any means, but he had come off that way before. So now he was more careful about his words. “I promise it will be okay, plus I haven't gotten out of the house in ages, it’ll be nice!” She said as she jumped up from the chair to go find her coat. Before he could protest, she was already putting it on. 

“We could even walk to the corner store and get hot chocolates to go and have them on our way back!” She exclaimed, her face brightened by a wide smile.  Edward felt himself melt at her enthusiasm, she was such a light. If someone had told him a year ago that he would have a girlfriend that loved spending time with him, he would have laughed in their face. Or more likely, given them an odd look and then stewed about how they were most likely making fun of him for the rest of the day. His life had seemed much darker before he had met her, but now he didn’t have to be alone anymore. “Eddie?” she interrupted his thoughts, pausing while putting on her gloves. 

“Hm? Oh yeah– Of course angel.” Edward got up and put on his coat, as Y/N waited by the door. “Hold on a second…” He reached up into the top of the closet for something. After rummaging around for a second he pulled out a knit green winter hat, “Come here.”

“To keep your body heat in..” he murmured while fitting the hat over her head, tugging it down around her ears. It’s a little big but that should work.. “There.” Y/N squirmed and reached up to adjust the hat back over her ears.

“Eddie, I love that you care about me so much, but I’ll be fine! Really.” She chided as she pulled open the door. Once outside, Eddie regarded her for a moment before pulling her hat back down over her ears. “But your ears might get cold. Will you keep it on please? For me?” Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes, watching him descend the stairs to the sidewalk, “Okay Eddie.” He reached his hand back to grab hers at the top of the stairs. “Careful, it's slippery.” He felt her squeeze his hand as she took it, leading her down the icy stairway carefully. Precious cargo.   “It’s so beautiful,” she remarked once she made it safely to the sidewalk.

“It’s snow beautiful,” he replied. “Eddie,” she huffed, but giggled. Edward smirked. He teased her but she was right. The way the snow clung to the tree branches and light poles was beautiful in its own way. The city, strangely, didn't feel as dark. Right now Gotham was silent except for the sound of their feet crunching through the snow. Everything around them was white, the sky a hazy shade of purple and orange from the street lamps. The snow was blanketing the air around them, falling lazily. “The bane of the mariner, a tooth in the sea, more of me is hidden rather than seen, what am I?” he asked, his breath hanging in the air with each word. Edward had always hated this time of year before. Freezing winds, ice and snow everywhere, presents for children that were never him. Growing up at the orphanage he had learned to dread the cold, but now he could see the beauty in it. The snow covered everything. Currently, he couldn’t see the city’s dirt and grime, just pure perfect snow as far as the eye could see. The sidewalk was completely untrammeled other than the trail they were currently making. Just the two of them.

“An iceberg?” she guessed.

“You got it!” Eddie praised. “You’re snow good at this! Icy that you really have a knack for riddles!”

“Oh my god..” she groaned, “Eddie please” she laughed.

I wish I had met you sooner. With her he finally found a place where he felt welcomed and belonged. A place where he was needed and wanted. The city used to feel harsh and unforgiving. Life had been something that everyone else had figured out— just not him. Every day he had wondered, what’s the point?  But now it turned out that there was a point. Sharing observations and jokes with someone on a cold day, late night conversations, the warmth of held hands. The sunlight on her face as she stepped outside. 

The dark thoughts about his past and his worth still overwhelmed him but it wasn’t constant anymore. He still had nightmares, but when he awoke she would be there next to him. He still had days where it was hard to look into the mirror, but being around her made those days a little easier. 

What if I had met you earlier. Would that have made a difference in what I turned out to be? He watched as snowflakes collected on the tops of her head and shoulders, her hand still in his. He had started his plan for Gotham’s true Renewal long ago, and he planned to finish it. The horrors he had witnessed were too much to let go. Those who could no longer speak for themselves, the ghosts that haunted his dreams—were counting on him, his followers were counting on him. 

His entire life he had been haunted by a feeling that he must do something— to fix the city’s darkness and create a more just world. The urge to make something of his pain was so strong that it pulsed in his blood and gnawed on his bones, filling him with a sharp ache that he thought would never leave him. And yet. Her hand in his made him second guess. Life already had so much violence in it. By choosing the path he was on, he was pulling her into his bloody world. Her life had already been hard and he didn’t want to add more violence to it. He wanted to give her a world that was free of it. When the two of them were together the pain didn’t feel as sharp. The feelings of isolation and alienation were no longer clawing at his skin and bones. Instead, he felt warm, somewhere on the way to being at peace. Looking at her now, trudging through the snow, her cheeks aglow with the cold, he had second thoughts. He didn’t need to prove himself to her. He didn’t want to disturb their gentle equillibrium. 

But it was already too late for that. He was well down the violent path he had chosen. Everything that had been set into motion would not be stopped now. 

He had seen the truth, he had figured out what it would take to change Gotham and that turned out to be fear and a little focused violence. The burden for creating real change was his now and he was going to carry that weight to the end. And as much as it pained him to be away from her, the outcome would be a better Gotham for the two of them to live in, eventually. He knew she would be well taken care of, he had streams of income now from devoted followers that he could set up to her accounts. He had planned everything so perfectly. But the choice still hurt. How could he have known what the future would hold when he had started this plan? “Angel, look at me.” “Hm? What’s wrong?” she asked, her smile disappearing when she looked into his eyes. Damn. Be normal. Don’t worry her. “Oh, nothing! Just a little cold. Which is why I wanted to check on you, are you doing alright?” “I’m fine Eddie! My toes are a little cold but we’re almost there, anyway.” “I’ll carry you— if you want?” he added after she gave him an exasperated look. “Who is tall, wears glasses, and always worries too much?” “That’s not a good riddle.”  Edward said, trying to put on his best disappointed face but she just laughed. 

The snowflakes piled up on their heads and shoulders in large clumps. It was like a dream, just the two of them walking through the snowfall, hand in hand. 

Perfect, Edward thought. —---------------------------------- “Is that them?” The man in the black coat asked, peering from a car window with binoculars. “How will I know if I can’t see? Here give me those.” The man in the gray coat demanded as he took the binoculars from the first and had a look. “Yeah that’s them,” the man in the gray coat affirmed. “So that’s really the guy, then?” “Boss seems to think so.” “He doesn’t seem like the type. He looks like a pencil-pusher.” “No that’s him..” The man in the gray coat stated, pulling a crinkled piece of paper from his pocket and reading from it, “Edward Nashton. Works at KTMJ.” “So,” the man in the black coat regarded the couple, the taller one carrying the girl on his back now,  “that’s the target then?” “Yup. They look pretty normal to me but best not question the boss.” “I ain’t questioning him.”

Next

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

In honor of the 2022 snowmageddon, Rosalie wakes up with Elsa from Frozen powers. Including the bit where she can make sentient snowpeople.

Does this derail canon?

(Picturing Edward in the back like "Psh yeah so she can make an army out of nothing but water. Freeze an entire kingdom. Big deal. I can hear highschoolers think mean things about each other! I'm the one the Volturi want!")

No.

Rosalie ultimately had very little to do with the canon events. She kept out of it except for the time she tells Bella her story and Bella doesn't care and the time Bella calls her to stop Edward from forcibly aborting her.

Whether Rosalie has snow powers or not makes zero difference.

The only difference is that Edward may blame her for the van incident as clearly Rosalie, the jealous shrew, made it icy in the parking lot! Edward knows how she operates!

[antaxzantax]

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 37

I

British businessman Oswell E. Spencer invests in Raccoon City's industrial sector.

Oswell E. Spencer purchases land in the Arklay Mountains to build a country house.

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals builds a training centre in Raccoon City.

New York architect George Trevor missed in the Arklay Mountains.

Albert presses the button to access the last microfilm.

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals: major employer in Arklay County.

Oswell Ernest Spencer and Alexander Ashford, presidents and CEOs. James Marcus: director of the Training Centre and chief researcher. A new name: Edward Ashford, father of Alexander Ashford and co-founder of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals with Spencer. Umbrella Pharmaceuticals grew out of Anzec Pharma, a pharmaceutical company founded by Spencer in the late 1950s. Edward Ashford was an investor in Anzec.

Ashford and Spencer were from England and James Marcus was from Texas. He needed a book on British peerage and to investigate the Texan. Travelling to England was impossible: Spencer lived in Essex and Ashford in Northumberland. The Spencers made their fortune in the British Empire: the spice trade and Reginald Spencer, Oswell's grandfather, was Governor-General of British India. In the first decade of the 20th century, the Spencers expanded their business into the automobile industry, in which they became well established. The Ashfords were descended from a Scottish royal family, the Stuarts. The great-granddaughter of the last Stuart queen, Veronica Ashford, was a businesswoman. James Marcus was a professor at a Swiss university.

No mention of the Progenitor virus or its T variants.

An impeccable façade.

II

Snow lay on the edges of the pavement. The icy wind damaged the parts of his face that he had not covered with his hat and scarf. Despite the bad weather, cars were driving along the road, oblivious to the dangers of the wintry environment. A handful of passers-by, including a postman, milled about, darting in and out of shops, sneaking glances at William and discussing their business.

The place reminded him of his neighbourhood in Baltimore, a peaceful suburban oasis just outside the city centre, but smaller and more decadent. From time to time he read the newspapers in the lab to find out what was happening in the outside world, and one of the news stories was about the continuing industrial collapse of that part of the Midwest. Economic disasters and cities in the process of being abandoned. Detroit was one of the first to fall. He was shocked by the sensationalist images of entire streets in ruins, but what moved him most was reading that Raccoon City was in the zone of decay, and that worried him.

Nothing disturbed his affluent life as a gifted boy, heralded in the local Baltimore newspapers as the future of science, except the abusive group of idiots with whom he shared the street. And walking down those desolate avenues took him back to the bitterest moments of his childhood. So on his days off, he avoided the many alleys that criss-crossed the city and refused to look anyone in the eye. He liked to think that his self-awareness was above average.

Around the corner was his favourite place to spend his mornings, a coffee shop. He entered and sat down in his favourite spot, a lonely armchair in the far corner. No one usually sat there because of its isolation, which he loved. The waitress approached him and he ordered his usual, an Americano and toast. He hung his coat, scarf and gloves over the back of the chair. It was in these moments of peace that he felt like a human being again.

Outside the Spencer mansion, he regained a fraction of his humanity. The pace of work had become hellish. The number of subjects had increased, as had the number of missing persons posters he saw plastered on lampposts. He was afraid to put two and two together because, as he was about to turn seventeen, he did not want to see himself as a participant in a conspiracy of kidnapping and human experimentation. He still wanted to see himself as a responsible young adult doing what he liked in a very important company. A ridiculous self-deception, as Albert scoffed, but enough to maintain his emotional stability and keep lying to his parents.

He was going mad. Fortunately, the nightmares about the creature had subsided. He had just gotten used to it. And what would happen next? He didn't think he'd stay in Arklay forever. There was a laboratory in Chicago and several others in Europe. There was much more he could aspire to, as long as he didn't go mad trying. Had Marcus gone mad? Maybe he already had. They were all mad as hell.

He finished his toast.

Everyone was mad. Tomorrow a nuclear war could break out and end civilisation. But that was his job, to replace nuclear bombs with B.O.Ws.

He finished his coffee.

And B.O.Ws weapons at that, mutating and transforming. Better than university and astrophysics.

He got up and paid at the bar, grinning from ear to ear. As he left the café, he saw the same row of missing persons posters.

Mad.

[a30somethingslookatpopculture]

Movies That *Feel* Like Winter

 (but aren't specifically Christmas Movies, in no particular order):

I am only counting movies that I have seen recently enough to remember well. As well as some of my personal favorites. There are still a lot of great movies that didn’t make my list. 

Misery

A blizzard… A crashed car… and snowbound with a crazed super fan, what could go wrong? Misery has a very isolated, snowy atmosphere and is perfect for winter! 

The Shining

The Overlook is draped in snow, as the Torrence family is snowed in for the winter. We see Jack chasing Danny through the giant snowy maze and the iconic ending shot of Jack frozen to death. Stephen King does wintery isolation so well. 

The H8tful Eight

Another film where the characters see themselves snowbound in a remote cabin because of a blizzard. Though this one is vastly different from Misery. Tension rises, chaos ensues, and in true Tarantino fashion… a whole lot of bloodshed! 

Grumpy Old Men

Comedy duo Jack Lemmon & Walter Matthau play feuding neighbors (turned friends) in this wintery comedy. It’s a cute little movie with lots of laughs to be had. And part of it takes place on Christmas, so that’s a bonus. 

Edward Scissorhands

Okay, so not all of this movie has that fun wintry feel. But the parts that do are magical. “Snow” falls as Edward carves an ice statue as Kim dances around in it. The scene is complete with beautiful music accompanying it. Once again, Edward brings snow to the town in the end, as Kim tells her granddaughter the story of Edward. (it’s two of the biggest scenes in the film, i’d say).

Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone

(Though most of the films work here)

This one is kind of a dual holiday film. It works for both Halloween and Christmas! But as for the wintery vibes, there’s snowy backdrops, the exchanging of gifts between Ron and Harry, and Christmas in the great hall (Gosh how amazing that would be to experience). It’s truly magical. 

The Thing

There’s surely something frightening about being isolated by snow with something/someone coming after you and nobody can help you. It seems to be the common theme in wintry themed horror/sci-fi movies.  The Thing is no different. Only this time, “The Thing” could be anyone, even your friend. 

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

There’s not much winter in this one, but the icy Hoth scenes feel just right! Bonus, Luke’s run-in with the Wampa, which I guess you could call the Star Wars version of a Yeti. 

Batman Returns

Christmas in Gotham, complete with a tree lighting ceremony that goes awry, and a snowy setting. 

Wrong Turn 4

A group of friends spend their winter break snowmobiling at their friends cabin in the mountains…that just so happens to be near the now closed sanitarium. What could possibly go wrong there? A family of escaped cannibals now residing in the abandoned hospital, that’s what! The sequels to this series definitely get a bit wild, but idk, I always kinda liked this one for the wintery feels. 

Honorable Mentions: Snow Day, Fargo, The Conjuring 2,  Let The Right One In, Frozen (Horror film), Disney’s Frozen, The Mighty Ducks, Cool Runnings 

[chronicallyonlinecath]

Friday, January 6th 2023 - A New Start

Yesterday I turned 16.

That's a big number. Means I can get married with my parents permission, have children, move out. Still can't vote for another two years though.

My name is Cath Morrison. There are a lot of things you are yet to, and may never, learn.

In October of 2021, I started writing a diary. I wrote one and a half notebook's worth. However, as life does, my life changed. People left. People arrived. And I am a very different person now to the person I am then. So today's blog is a dedicated background for all that will be coming in the next blogs. An understanding for you, avid reader, so you understand why certain things are the way they are. All of these people I write about are real. These are my real experiences, my opinions, and my life, poured out into a blog. Everyone is under code-names, myself included. But we are very real people. In October of 2021, I was dating a boy named Sheldon. He was kind to me. But he was jealous, easily jealous, and believed I was cheating on him at all times. And I suppose, somewhere deep in my heart, I was. In that October, something in my life switched. Something that will never return to its original form, and I will never have it again. I fell in love with my best friend. I left Sheldon in the dust. Don't worry, he's okay now, I've made sure of that. I rebuilt my friendship with him, and he even brought me a bracelet yesterday for my 16th. I left him for a boy named Mattson. A boy with icy blue eyes that sometimes melted to water, and hair the colour of snow. As soft as snow, too. He was my best friend. Dirty-minded, with a wicked grin whenever he knew he was sending me deep into the depth of silent fury. He drove me insane, but made life feel so much lighter. His best friend (and one of my closest friends), Harvey, was dating my best friend, Alison. We were the square, equal to each other, seemingly unbreakable. You know where this story goes. We were 14. It was never going to last. Mattson broke up with me in March. He said we could be friends, but even now, after what feels like a decade, we are simply acquaintances. His eyes turned to ice. I haven't seen them shine or melt to water since. Alison and Harvey broke up in July, but they're still incredibly close. I wrote in the notepads as Cath Morrison as if I were writing notes to Mattson. But that age has been and gone. I told you earlier, I've changed. I have an endless list of friends, but honorable mentions must be included. Friends who have helped me become a better and newer person, who have made me the person who sits typing this. Have a couple introductions. You might need them later- Alison - My best friend, reminding me I have never needed partners to thrive, extremely big music nerd Bella - A constant, loud and funny figure since primary, whose doodles through tutor make it jst so much more bearable. Who is always available to just be nice. Teachers hate her though Carter - Will definitely stalk you and murder you in your sleep. But it's okay!! Because it'll be over very quickly <33 (they're nice thought, i promise. And brutally honest with their opinions) Harry - An egotistical asshole who would like to be President of the World. Only slightly kidding, he's okay. Sometimes. Ryder - Small, nimble and seemingly murderous, he may hurt you, but only if you hurt him (or Winchester. Never hurt Winch.) Winchester - Same as Ryder. Pretty much. But the sociable of the two. Harvey - Stereotypical nerd, minus the glasses. And very much enjoys rugby. Matty - An artistic and chaotic bean. Has a type. A very specific type. In fictional men in suits and ties. And Harley. Harley - Climbs through science windows, collects pringle cans, says the most random of shit, and is definitely kinda into Matty.

and well...

Andrew.

Not Tate, no no god no. Andrew Edwards. A dirty-minded, talkative, comedic dumbass. Too bad I can't stop thinking about him recently. It's like a plague.

My life is centered around romance, unfortunately. It's an issue. But I shall write like the keen little scribe I am and just inform you, day by day, (no promise of daily updates though), of my life.

Enjoy the ride.

~CM