#GIVE THEM STUPID MITTENS ALONG WITH STUPID FUZZY SOCKS

[gardensnakie]

waaaaaa.... loop being alone at night when siffrin is up in the clocktower.... isn't it freezing!? Do they just- knock out? Try to sleep before it gets too cold? Do they hibernate, does their body keep them warm enough- just enough- barely enough?

Do they curl up at the base of the tree, make themselves as small as possible because that's how they learned to conserve warmth better, just how they did during those old nights but without a cloak? How do they feel during the nights? Nostalgic? Pathetic? Nothing at all?

Do they dare to think of how their greatest fear came true. Since it all ends! This is where they would've been if they let it all end! Cold and alone, grasping for any warmth left from the world. They would never selfishly take it from the people they held so dear, so why did the Universe mock them like this? Thoughts like that, unless it was too cold to even manage a thought

[totallyrealhoroscopesdaily]

12/25/2017 Horoscope

Aries: You have a slow morning. You make yourself breakfast. After you eat, you light a fire in your fireplace. You nibble on the cookies from the hospital and read a book. Later, you’ll watch the video one of the nurses posts and you’ll feel warm and fuzzy from the kids’ happy faces. You text Death a merry Christmas. It’s slow, and quiet, and you’re alone, but you’re okay.

Taurus: You want to go on a road trip. You hop onto a parked motorcycle and the metal warps and bends, it’s tires bubble without melting. This is not your fault. You twist the handle and the motorcycle stands up and starts running with you on it’s back. You can see over the shorter buildings from up here. You steer it up the coast. You don’t see Tinap desperately chasing after you. 

Gemini: Setting the bucket on fire did not fix the goose’s problem.

Cancer: There’s a moment of deja vu when you wake up in a mess of pillows and blankets to the smell of food cooking and someone humming. Ridali made some sort of omelet this time. You don’t actually have presents to exchange, and neither of you are interested in going to Christmas Mass, but it snowed last night so the two of you head to the park and make snowmen and snow angels and attempt to make an igloo. It takes longer than it should because you get distracted in the middle with a snowball fight, but you make the igloo. It turns out to be too small for you two to climb into, but the few kids out with their parents sure love it. Overall, it’s fun, better than being alone.

Leo: You wake up. You pour out the now-spoiled milk and nibble on the cookies you left out. You give the foot its gift, a soft sock, and it loves it. You go get dressed, you wear the blouse and some comfy shorts and the foot puts on its sock, and then you head over to the neighbors. They’re really happy to have you over. You exchange gifts. Georgie laughs herself sick over the pamphlet on appropriate times to discuss your sex life (TL;DR: Only if they fucking ask) but adores the colorful make-up set, Hazel seems to already be planning how to conquer all the recipes in the World Cookbook, and the not-a-dog is gnawing on its bone like its life depends on it. Georgie gives you some showy hexes, which you’re looking forward to using to stupefy the tourists, but Hazel catches you off guard. Hazel got you a dress. It’s short, probably ending just above your knees, and it laces up. The bodice is black and has spaghetti straps and would barely cover your boobs if you had boobs, but the skirt. The skirt. The skirt looks like butterfly wings, outlined in black and colored in something that almost looks like tie-dye. You love it and it leaves you stunned when you take it out of the box with a curling guilt in your gut, but then they’re telling you to go try it on, come on, so you go put it on in the bathroom. It’s flowy and fits great, considering the chest area was built to hold breasts that you don’t have. You nervously head back out and they immediately exclaim how good it looks on you. You laugh with them and feel your chest uncoil just that little bit.

Virgo: You spend the day in bed. You have nothing to do, so you don’t want to get up.

Libra: You don’t open the shop today. You get a Christmas card from the unidentifiable being. You drink some hot chocolate with the dragon and Gus comes up and joins you two after a while. It’s nice.

Scorpio: Oh, hey, wow, it snowed. What, no, I’m just not used to weather being a factor. That said, bundle up today. It might be fun to play in the snow, but we want you to stay healthy.  ...Who cares if it’s childish? If you want to play in the snow, then do so.

Sagittarius: The eye is back, but now it is in your living room. You send a picture to the group chat with a caption asking Brittany to come poke it again. You’d do it yourself, but if it gets angry, you’re the one who actually lives in the damn house.

Capricorn: You all work on painting Aiden’s room, which he seemed surprised you were letting them do. You don’t actually do a solid layer of color, you do designs and drawings. Aiden is covering sections of the walls in swirls of reds and browns and purples, while Punchy has commandeered the yellow and green for an overly large sunflower. Pup is sheepishly doing a crude stick figure battle along the bottom of the wall in black and blue. You’ve taken the orange and pink and are covering walls in stars and birds and a silly dog that makes Aiden laugh. By the time you’re done, you all are a mess, Aiden has smiled more than you’ve seen him smile before, and the walls are an eclectic disaster. You kinda survey the room for a minute, then Aiden lets out a pfffff noise and starts laughing so hard he’s bent in half. The rest of you quickly follow. Aiden keeps gasping out that he loves it, he loves this stupid mess and Pup butts in that she doesn’t know about everything else, but that battle is pretty impressive, which sets Punchy off again from where he was calming down.

Aquarius: Linda knitted you a hat and mittens for some holiday. They match your favorite pants, which is an impressive feat, and you love them and you love your friends. 

Pisces: You fall asleep and are jerked awake shortly by nightmares of the spirit’s screech. The spirit being torn into... and it was caught by your doing. What does it matter if you were the one to catch it, sweet daughter, you’re a predator. It wasn’t your hand alone that caught the spirit and it would have been caught eventually, it wasn’t your fault. You blame yourself for things you didn’t do, but you feel you did because you’re haunted by the spirit’s... spirit.