#The Four Seasons: Winter

[mythigal1966]

Vivaldi: The Four Seasons, Violin Concerto No. 4 in F Minor, RV 297 "Win...

[lilblueorchid]

Four seasons of animal crossing

Stickers I made for an upcoming convention tehehe. I hope all these little guys take time to rest in some well deserved vacations.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Hiver (The Four Seasons) by Jean-Louis Hamon (1850)

[shrugsinchinese]

Silly comic I started LAST winter that’s pretty ooc now cause of the new episodes haha

I just wanted to play with silly dnd fashion so here u go

[ahollowgrave]

ugh i'm just obsessed

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

My painting, "Capybara in Winter," part of my Four Seasons of Capybaras collection!

[sae-midori]

Pouring all my love into drawing every RWBY nature scene for every beloved character--all of it inspired by this beautiful, beautiful show and by the amazing individuals of CRWBY. In every humble and heartfelt way, dearest CRWBY, your work has inspired more than you know! 💖

[pulpsandcomics2]

Winter

[yujeong]

The Score of 4 Minutes - Episode 3

Alright, folks. Before I proceed to lose my mind and write a fucking THESIS about my beautiful baby boy Tonkla and his whole fucking deal this episode, I'll proceed to give you the OST I managed to find, as I did before for episode 1 and episode 2. So, let's go (YouTube links, as per usual): - The Throne Is Mine by Ruiqi Zhao: When Dome wakes up - Flesh and Bone by Jon Björk: When Korn is in the bathroom, checking his phone to see Tonkla's calls + the beginning of the scene with Great, before he calls Korn to ask the time - Walkin' on Dreams by Headlund: When Tyme and Great speak by the basketball court (before the rewind) - Sub Twin by Jay Varton: When Great tells Tyme about seeing 4 minutes into the future - I Found The Answers In You (feat. Mia Niles) by Loving Caliber: When Great tells Tyme to go grab something to eat - The Consequences by Marten Moses: When Tyme and Den are discussing Great's condition - Beneath the Bushes by Raymond Grouse: When Great takes Tyme to the claw machine - Spying on the Neighbours by The Fly Guy Five: When Tyme is teaching Great how to catch the plushies - Are You Having Fun by Alek Bluntz: When Tyme caught the first plushie, then the rest - Rest in His Love by Joyspring: When Tyme and Great almost kissed - By the Lighthouse by Miles Avida: When Nan is getting dressed and steals the key to check the documents - Face On by Wendel Scherer: When she gets caught and chased outside - Where Does It End by Max Anson: When Korn appears and learns about what happened with Nan + when Win gets taken off the case - Roseé du matin by DEX 1200: When Tonkla is breaking stuff in his room and then does drugs - The Four Seasons, Violin Concerto in G Minor, Op. 8 No. 2, RV 315 "Summer": I. Allegro non molto: When Win and Tonkla fuck (before Win goes inside Tonkla) - The Four Seasons - Winter - Allegro Non Molto: When Win and Tonkla fuck (after Win goes inside Tonkla) - Eternum Nocturne by Gavin Luke: When Win and Tonkla talk post-sex - Down the Alleyway by Damon Greene: When Win goes to talk to Mod about her message on social media - I Wanna Fall by King Sis: When Great is smoking on the balcony - Obstruction by Bonnie Grace: When Great is making his (murder)board - Thermonuclear by Craft Case: When Korn and Great talk at the bar - Cluster One by Hampus Naeselius: When Tyme fights Korn and later Great

[silkjade]

jadetham⋆.༦࿑ོ⁺ museum coworkers au — moodboard (2/?)

spending the holidays alone in the city with only your coworker, who also happens to be your ex, as company

coming out of the opera building after a night at the ballet. christmas bells are ringing in the streets, and the first snow of the season lands a crown of snowflakes in your hair. your laughs are brighter than the stars above, who twinkle as they ponder over how you two could’ve ever fallen out of love

[nathsketch]

New month, new goodies in the shop!!

My Four Seasons Collection has just been added as bookmarks :)

You can find them here: https://nathsketch.etsy.com/listing/1654894396 and the shop is 30% off on all items!

Happy February! 💖🌸

Find me here: Instagram | Website & Portfolio

[gasparodasalo]

Happy Holidays, and Merry Christmas!

Antonio Vivaldi (1678-1741) - "Winter" Concerto for Violin, Strings and Basso continuo in f-minor, Op. 8 No. 4, RV 297, I. Allegro non molto. Performed by Enrico Onofri, violin, and Giovanni Antonini/Il Giardino Armonico on period instruments.

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

my little sister is the only one who truly understands me

[chen6]

2024 four seasons in Japan 🌸🌳🍂❄️

[oflights]

wip snip 5.1

i've been tagged a bunch of times over the past few weeks to post wip snips and only had the last few chapters of star splitter to post, so i bailed. i finally have something new to preview!! have a bit of the gilmore girls fic, still in progress. 🥰

Just about 8 years ago, the bell over the doorframe jingled violently as Draco Malfoy threw the door open and swept in, already talking. “Bloody hell, that snow is abominable,” he was saying. He hefted a bundled, starfish-shaped form that would turn out to be a toddler by his hip, a pram scooting behind them and leaving a wet trail on Harry’s floor. With a flick of his wrist, the pram had folded up and nestled in the corner of the dining area, dripping there ignored, as Draco descended upon the counter much the same as he did almost every day.

“You, there—please tell me this place has something warm to—” And then Draco froze, because back then he had not done this every day; this was the first time, and more specifically the first time he had seen Harry Potter in the flesh since their eighth year of Hogwarts.

“Malfoy,” Harry had said, eyeing the puffy bundle warily. He didn’t know it was a toddler then; every bit of Scorpius was covered up and radiating Warming Charms. In hindsight, he was probably sweating, but Harry was to later learn that Scorpius had been a quite agreeable child until he learned to read—an apparent mistake that Draco despairs of having made a few times a week—and he made no complaints even dropped onto a stool as he was, propped up against his father.

“What are you doing here?” Draco, then Malfoy, had demanded. He looked utterly thrown and somehow offended, as if Harry’s existence in his own place of business was a grave insult to him.

“This is my place,” Harry said, and then as an instinctive response to Draco’s disbelieving scoff, he added, “I own it.” He’d hoped Draco would pick up on the implied threat—don’t be an arse or I’ll kick you out.

...

“This place is called Al’s,” Draco said accusingly. “You’re not Al.”

“Nope, I’m not. I’m Harry.” When Draco stared at him, Harry clarified, “Harry Potter.”

“I know you’re—who is Al, then?” Draco went pale beneath his winter flush. “Wait. Did you name this place after—Dumbledore?” He whispered the name as if ashamed, and Harry supposed that was about right, though it garnered him little sympathy.

Harry let that dread sit on Draco’s face for a few moments before he said, “No, it was already called Al’s when I bought it. Didn’t feel like changing the name.” He had changed everything else about it, though, spending one exhausting summer converting it from a pub no one really liked to go to anymore to a greasy spoon that people liked much more.

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Harry had not opened this place and kept it open so he could be insulted and bullied; he was long past the time in his life when he would accept that, especially from the likes of Draco Malfoy. And so he opened his mouth once again to tell Draco to get out—ignoring all the questions he had for him, like what he was doing in this town, out in the snowstorm, carrying some sort of doll, maybe?

Before he could say so, and even before Draco could interrupt, the doll made a noise that made Harry startle and drop the rag he’d been wiping down the counter with. The doll made another noise, reached out, and grabbed the rag.

“Mine!” the doll said, lifting its head until a nose poked out of its bundling. That was when Harry realized that what Draco had set down on the stool was a toddler.

“Not yours,” Draco said as Harry tried to process this. “Let it go, Scorpius, it’s disgusting!”

“Oh,” said Scorpius, in a very wobbly sort of voice. His head tipped up so much that Harry could now see wide eyes, which were a complex hazel shade that made him really start to wonder what Draco was doing with a toddler. Said eyes were glistening slightly, and to accompany the look, Scorpius said, “Okay,” in the saddest little voice Harry had ever heard. He dropped the rag back on the counter; he could barely move his arm in his heavy, puffy coat.

“He can have it,” Harry said quickly; he grabbed up the rag and tried to hand it back, unable to deal with that stricken face.

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