#charitable direction

[bonefall]

I understand being upset by the moonpaw dog post but i dont think talking about some random teen publicly (on a pretty big fandom blog) as opposed to like, dming them about it, is a very nice thing to do? Would recommend keeping that kinda gossip in dms going forward personally.

??????? "That kinda gossip???"

Saying that it's fucked up that a publicly posted incest joke about how deformed she should look went to the top of the Warrior Cats and Moonpaw tags, is gossip???

TRENDING TAGS?? GOSSIP?

I'm not talking about "some random teen," I have not even dropped a username and been VERY clear I don't want harassment of anyone. During this discussion about wider ableism against Moonpaw, I've directly answered two anons about the contents of a post that was/IS extremely popular to the tune of nearly a thousand notes.

One of those two asks was an anon who only stumbled in to say that the post was funny in a display of SHOCKING tonedeafness, while I was talking about how shitty it is to compare people who are the products of incest to unethical dog breeds, especially in the context of WC. The other was an actual XX/XY chimera who expressed that the extremely popular post hurt their feelings, and when they tried to express discomfort to someone, got told they "probably killed their twin in the womb."

It's not just one rando weenie little blog the minute half of the Tumblr space is openly laughing at a joke about deformed incest kids and hoping Moonpaw dies because she's so "gross." Not nice?? Your feelings are hurt? OTHER people's feelings were ALREADY hurt.

NOTHING about this was "nice" to begin with!

Difference is, when YOU cry me a river, you can build me a bridge, and get right the fuck over it. A person who's the product of incest cries and has to go right back to every shitty banjo-hunchback-hapsburg joke they've heard before, just feeling more unsafe about a space that PRETENDS to care about the abuse they experienced. If you feel guilty about that, maybe you should!

If you were under the impression I was ever "nice" about bigotry, you were mistaken. I don't appreciate calls for ME to be more polite when I'm at a trend of fandom ableism and calling it fucked up. I've named NO names. Sounds like what you ACTUALLY want is for people like me who have a platform to shut up.

[charitabledirection]

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[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Pa and I used to go to the park on our days off," Susannah recalled with a soft, fond smile, her arm wrapped around Philippe's waist as well as they walked. With a full belly and the dreamy darkness of the park around them, she was in good spirits, able to live in the moment, as well as look back on her past with an easier heart.

"We'd either go very early or very late-when there'd be fewer people around," she remembered, kicking a stray pebble off the path: Nothing quite spoiled an outing like the snide looks or annoyed grumbles, so it was better to go when it could just be the two of them. "Sometimes, we'd pack a sort of picnic breakfast or dinner with us, and find a nice place on the grass to eat and talk. Sometimes Pa would bring a book and read aloud from it, and...sometimes we'd watch the sun rise or set.

I...I haven't done it in forever," she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck as she admitted to this. She stopped going to the park so often after her father died, oftentimes opting to instead coop herself up in the house. It just didn't feel the same without him, but maybe now, with Philippe in her life, maybe it was time to start anew. To start going again, and watching the sun the way she used to. To look at it as something beautiful, a grand part of nature, and not the frustrating herald of another long day...

[booblywooblies]

not posting this on main bc i dont want to SEEM like the person who spends an hour thinking about a weird random ask they got but i am the person that does that

i just wanna say i dont understand the type of person who would send someone an ask to let them know you disagree with them or dislike them or something, what do you get out of it theres not a world where you dont look like an idiot

[directsellingnow]

Renatus Wellness का 'Meals on Wheels' में बड़ा कदम: Sourav Ganguly की उपस्थिति से खास बना कार्यक्रम

Renatus Wellness Pvt. Ltd. ने हाल ही में एक महत्वपूर्ण माइलस्टोन हासिल किया, जब कंपनी ने अपने CSR (Corporate Social Responsibility) इनिशिएटिव ‘Meals on Wheels’ के साथ सामाजिक जिम्मेदारी में अपना योगदान दिया। इस खास मौके पर कंपनी के ब्रांड एंबेसडर और पूर्व भारतीय क्रिकेट टीम के कप्तान (Captain) Sourav Ganguly ने अपनी उपस्थिति दर्ज कराई। यह इनिशिएटिव उन लोगों को पोषण युक्त भोजन उपलब्ध कराने के लिए…

[news4dzhozhar]

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Yul Servo Nieto presents captivating solo exhibit at The Manila Hotel's Art Gallery

Yul Servo Nieto, the Manila Vice Mayor, accomplished actor, public servant, and multi-talented artist, is ready to captivate art enthusiasts with his highly anticipated solo exhibit, Directions II. This exclusive exhibition will take place at The Manila Hotel’s Art Gallery, showcasing Nieto’s unique vision and exceptional creativity. A Passion for Art Beyond Acting Although widely recognized…

[that-neurodivergent-gay]

(not so) friendly reminder that a non-exaustive list of war crimes that isreal has committed is:

Wilful killing

Torture or inhumane treatment, including biological experiments

Wilfully causing great suffering, or serious injury to body or health

Extensive destruction and appropriation of property, not justified by military necessity and carried out unlawfully and wantonly

Intentionally directing attacks against the civilian population as such or against individual civilians not taking part in direct hostilities

Intentionally directing attacks against civilian objects which are non-military

Intentionally directing attacks against humanitarian assistance

Intentionally launching an attack knowing that it will cause loss of life, injury or harm to civilians or civil properties

Intentionally launching an attack knowing it will cause significant damage to the natural environment without necessity

Attacking or bombarding, by whatever means, towns, villages, dwellings or buildings which are undefended and which are not military objectives

Intentionally directing attacks against buildings dedicated to religion, education, art, science, charitable purposes, historic monuments, hospitals, and places where the wounded are collected, assuming they are not military objectives

Employing asphyxiating, poisonous, or other gasses, and all analogous liquids, materials or devices

Employing weapons, projectiles, and material and methods or warfare which are of a nature to cause superfluous injury or unnecessary suffering

Intentionally directing attacks against buildings, material, medical units and transport and personnel

Intentionally using starvation of civilians as a method of warfare by depriving them of objects indispensable to their survival

If you still think this is isreal defending itself, you're ignoring the signs. This is a genocide. These are war crimes. More than 25,000 civilians have been murdered. This is not okay.

Edit:

For all the people asking me for a source, here is a list:

https://www.hrw.org/news/2023/12/18/israel-starvation-used-weapon-war-gaza

Any of Bisan's videos/writings. There are so many people on the ground in Gaza who are documenting this. Stay safe and stay educated

[courtana]

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[damnonew]

why would they cut that??????

i'm going to hijack this post, sorry, i just have a lot of opinions here

they did Top's character so dirty in this series so far and I do not understand why????? Top is set up as the 'worst' character from the get go. yes, worse than Ray. Worse than Boston. he's an outsider to the group who only shows an interest in Mew as a conquest. he literally tells Boston he 'always gets what he wants' about dating/sleeping with Mew right after they just met???? his character is set up as a rich entitled sleezeball who has never been told no a day in his life and we aren't supposed to like him. He then immediately cheats on Mew with one of Mew's friends and lies about it for the duration of their relationship. the bar for his character was on the floor and he still found a way to tunnel under it.

then shit hits the fan and the truth comes out and they break up and we watch Top flounder. is he floundering because of genuine feelings???? or because he doesn't want to 'lose'???? is the bed scene with blackout drunk Mew supposed to show Top being gentle/caring/romantic? or overtly creepy and possessive???? as a viewer it was impossible to interpret his actions with Mew up to this point as genuine because of the original character set up. so we have the villain character making repeated bad, selfish and hurtful decisions and just digging the hole deeper and deeper. we are at episode 9 and as the viewer, we still have not gotten any clarity or confirmation on Top's actual feelings and what is and isn't real because the origins of his character hasn't been acknowledged or addressed in any way? so he starts as a villain and just gets worse throughout the show. there hasn't been any sort of growth or redemption arc or reason for the viewer to think he's become a better person.

so a scene showing how he's tried to go back to his old behavior patterns with a random hook up only to break down crying IS SO IMPORTANT to his character development. that is the missing piece viewers need to see how he's changed and genuinely changed. that is the change in perspective we need to see some of his past actions in a more charitable light. that is what needs to be shown on screen for viewers to get behind the Top/Mew relationship.

and i find it infuriating that they chose to cut that scene

especially because the reasoning was 'viewers don't like Top'

no shit

and they never will

because as his character has been portrayed so far, how could they?

p'jo saying in his interview with let's talk bl that they cut a scene with top going home with a random guy but couldn't have sex with him because he starts crying since he still has feelings for mew... gives me some sort of feels about top, ngl.

my guy is pathetic, oh my heart.

[charitabledirection]

Always a honor to write about what you do to help and support others, Louis. Wishing you an amazing day.

Happy Birthday, Louis!

[radiofreemagica]

It's easy to jump to the conclusion that the NCR and New Vegas got destroyed in the series purely out of spite, because Bethesda is coping and seething that people like FNV more than any of their Fallouts. I'm also leaning towards that interpretation myself, although I'm not ready to attribute that specific intention to Bethesda just yet.

A much more charitable, but also more likely interpretation is this: Bethesda has a very superficial understanding of Fallout, and they're incapable of going in any new and interesting direction with it. And that's why they destroyed the NCR and New Vegas, because they represented humanity rebuilding and looking towards the future (albeit still with heavy doses of old world nostalgia, but FNV has already said plenty on the topic). Their continued existence in canon forces Bethesda to think about the future of the setting, when all they want to do is sit in their postapocalyptic sandbox that hasn't been cleaned up in 200 years and wank about the BOS, Vault-Tec, and 1950s American aesthetics. So they had to go.

Well, whichever one it is, it's clear that Bethesda has absolutely zero respect for the work of Obsidian/Black Isle. Or the Fallout setting in general, for that matter.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“CHANGE OF PLEA IS ALLOWED BY JUDGE,” Montreal Gazette. January 11, 1933. Page 4. ---- Man Charged With Stealing Relief Vouchers Now Denies His Guilt ---- TWO FURTHER ARRESTS ---- Young Men Plead Guilty to Charges Preferred Against Them - Counterfeit Investigation Continues ---- "While, the police continued investigations concerning counterfeit direct relief vouchers of the St. Vincent de Paul Society found in a vacant Notre Dame street east apartment, Alcide Carmel, 5001 Notre Dame street west, appeared before Judge Tetreau yesterday and asked permission to change his former plea of guilty to the charge of stealing vouchers from the Hochelaga branch of the society. Carmel was charged with having stolen vouchers to the value of $300, the allegation being that he obtained them from Louis Mayer, vice-president of the society for the parish of la Nativite d'Hochelaga, who appeared with Carmel on their arraignment a week ago and pleaded guilty to the charge of conversion of vouchers. Permission for a changed of plea was given by the judge. 

Two further names have been added to the list of those accused in connection with frauds arising from St. Vincent de Paul direct relief vouchers. 

Fernand Rheault, 23 years of age, 2105 Chambly street, and A. Guerin, 23 years of age, 1433 Valois street, both of whom have pleaded guilty on arraignment before Judge Tetreau charged in connection with St. Vincent de Paul frauds, are awaiting sentence, which is set in each case for January 17. The former, assistant secretary of the Ste. Jeanne d'Arc parish branch of the St. Vincent de Paul society, was charged with having stolen direct relief vouchers to the value of at least $150, and the second was charged with having negotiated the vouchers. 

In admitting their respective charges, accused volunteered to reimburse the society with the amount stolen. 

"You stand charged with very serious offences," Judge Tetreau said, in refusing to be party to such an act at this stage. "You have pleaded guilty, and nothing you can do now can alter the charges against you." 

MANY FAKE VOUCHERS. In the meantime, action by the police is proceeding in the case of counterfeit direct-relief vouchers found in an unoccupied apartment on Notre Dame street, near Nicolet street. It was divulged that the vouchers, to the values of 25 cents and 50 cents, found hidden under a carpet, numbered several hundred, amounting in value to about $250. Other information is to the effect that many more thousands of counterfeit vouchers were either destroyed by fire or thrown into the St. Lawrence when the sensational investigation was sprung by the municipal police. 

Experts have declared that the counterfeits are well made but in certain respects can be clearly distinguished from the regular vouchers .

[astrocafecoffee]

Astro observation (part 2)

✨ For entertainment purposes only, enjoy ✨

✨ MASTERLIST

✨ ASTRO OBS. (PART 1)

🔥 Taurus sun individuals usually eat slowly and savor their food enjoying each bite. They dislike being rushed during meals.

🔥 Sagittarius rising peoples thrive on variety in their excercise routine. They might regularly switch between different types of workouts to keep things interesting.

🔥 Capricorn rising peoples might enjoy dishes like roasted meats , stews and well balanced meals that provide both comfort and nourishment.

🔥 Sagittarius sun - very good in mathematics and calculation.

🔥 Groom conjunct your vertex/ Hera asteroid in draconic synastry can indicate they being your spouse/ you have a soul tie with them.

🔥 I have seen many Libra 12th house peoples often have people pleasing tendencies and have problems with creating healthy boundaries.

🔥 11th House mars people's communication style with friends can be direct and assertive, which can sometimes come across as agressive if not managed carefully.

🔥 Mercury in its debilitated sign ( Pisces) individuals may struggle with tasks that require precision, detailed analysis or strict logic.

🔥 I have seen when someone's 9th lord in their 12th house or vice versa , they often marry people from other states, cultures, and countries .

🔥 Aries moons can be quick to anger but also quick to forgive and forget.

🔥 juno in 7th house of Groom persona chart means your fs is your wish fulfilment, ( dreams come true 👀)

🔥 Virgo placements may excel in stock market.

🔥 Aries placements tend to tackle problems head on with immediate action. They prefer to address issues rather than letting them linger or escalate.

🔥 water placements are obsessed with beaches and coastal environments , where Earth signs with mountains.

🔥 I have also seen this many water placements either love water areas or hate it. There's no in between. I have seen cancer moons/ Pisces rising peoples having thalassophobia.

🔥 in Vedic astrology, Rahu in 7th house / rahu conjunct Venus/ rahu conjunct 7th lord indicates foreign spouse.

🔥 Webb asteroid in natal 11th house is self explanatory 🙃.

🔥 prey Asteroid ( 6157) in 4th house individuals often see their home as refuge where they can shield themselves from outside world. If it's negative side manifests in someone's life then there might be themes of feeling vulnerable or taking advantage within the family and home environment.

🔥 Gemini placements individuals are often misunderstood by peoples.

🔥 cancer moons emotional up and downs can weaken their immune system , making them more vulnerable to infections.

🔥 Scorpio placements likes to feel in control of their surroundings and emotions and they fear situations where they feel powerless.

🔥 Aquarius mars peoples value their independence highly and can be quite stubborn about doing things their way.

🔥 Jupiter in Aquarius people may involved in activism , volunteering or supporting charitable organisations.

🔥water moons , Capricorn placements often prone to depression.

🔥 Venus in Capricorn peoples may fear being vulnerable or getting hurt , which is why they often appear guarded more in relationships.

🔥 Aries mars often have fear of rejection . If they sense any hint of rejection they might quickly pull back or move on to avoid facing their fear.

🔥Pluto in Sagittarius peoples maybe fascinated by esoteric subjects, occult and hidden truths. This interest in the mystical and unknown can lead them to explore astrology, tarot or other metaphysical studies.

🔥 Asteroid Medusa conjunct midheaven in natal chart means this individual's career may dealing with controversial and taboo subjects , leading to transformation and growth. They could work in fields related to psychology, healing, crisis management or any area that requires confronting difficult truths.

🔥 Asteroid Born conjunct juno in synastry suggest a relationship that feels spiritually significant , with a strong sense of being " meant to be" or karmic linked.

🔥 Hera asteroid conjunct sun in synastry means the Hera person might view the sun person as an ideal partner, seeing them as someone can commit to for the long term . This aspect can indicate a relationship that has potential to lead to marriage or a deep , committed relationship.

Thanks for reading 🖤

- piko ✨

[sunrizef1]

Snowman

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: lol im alive | Based on Snowman by Sia

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: A Christmas gala with Lewis

The soft sounds of classical instruments float through the lavish ballroom, adding a soundtrack to the vision of beautiful people wandering around the room. Holly leaves and shining crystals decorate the walls, shining brightly above and adding a festive cheer to the atmosphere. There’s a towering Christmas tree against one of the walls, decorated with large baubles and seemingly endless strands of shimmering garland. The ceiling is high, various chandeliers hanging above the party, casting warm, glowing light on the party way down below. 

There's a dance floor in the middle, couples waltzing gracefully around it as the seasonally appropriate music guides their moves. There's enough people at this party where, if one couple exits the floor, there’s another one quick to take their place. Especially the older couples. They love a good slow dance. 

Waiters gravitate around the room, looking the very picture of poise as they balance their platters. If the slowly increasing cheeriness in the room was anything to go on, it was obvious exactly what genre of drink was being served on said platters. 

Flawless people in flawless dress congregate on the edges of the room, conversations ranging from strictly business to the genius of whoever had chosen the decorations for the night. 

It was a charity gala, this much was obvious. Whether it be the fact that the age demographic was on the higher end of the spectrum, and therefore so was the wealth, or the sounds of rich laughs echoing about, punctuated by the bragging of philanthropists with too much money all trying to outbid their peers in a maybe less than pure show of charitability. 

Whichever it was, you weren’t above any of it. You were present, which would be enough to earn an eye roll from anyone willing to question the intentions of some of the guests' charitable actions. Not that you particularly cared, though. Charity was charity either way. 

“It’s been so nice chatting to you Mr. Rockefeller, I’ll be keeping you on that promise to speak more about the London project,” you smile kindly at the older man in front of you, flashing a charming grin in his direction as he starts to turn and return to his beckoning wife.

The man in front of you smiles in response, turning slowly while still surprisingly quickly for a man of his age, “I know you will, hun. I’ll be waiting!”

“I promise not to keep you waiting too long,” You laugh heartily, patting his arm as he shakes his head, “You know I’ve never been one with much patience on these kinds of projects.”

Mr. Rockefeller laughs again, shaking his cane in your direction, “That’s the girl I know, always so eager to help others!”

Your face warms, another polite laugh falling out of your painted lips, “As always. Have a good night Mr. Rockefeller!”

He waves vaguely over his shoulder as he starts to make his way back to his wife who takes the few steps forward needed to be able to meet him in the middle, their arms quickly intertwining, putting a nice bow on their, so far, fifty years of marriage.

You watch them go, admiring the picture of long-lasting love as they smile adoringly at each other. It’s almost enough to make you cry.

You’re so wrapped up in the couple that you almost don’t notice Lewis approaching. 

But you do notice. You always do. 

You turn your head just as he walks up, his arm slinking over your shoulder. You lean into his side, trying your best to still retain a professional image while sinking into the Brit’s comforting hold.

“Why were you chatting it up with Rockefeller?” Lewis asks, a small grin on his lips as he asks. He takes a sip of the glass in his hand, one large ball of ice floating around in the amber liquid. 

“Working on investors for the London project,” You pull the drink out of his hand gently and he’s quick to let you, slipping his now-free hand in the pocket of his dress pants as you both face the room in front of you, “Providing under-privileged kids in London and surrounding areas with karting opportunities.”

“Wonder where you got that idea from?” Lewis muses, humming slightly. 

You look up at him, narrowing your eyes with a gentle smirk, “Yeah, I wonder.”

With that, you take a swig of the shallow glass clutched in your hand, blinking suddenly at the taste, “Is this Almave?”

Lewis grins, nodding as he takes the glass back from you. You shake your head with a slight laugh, stepping out of his hold. You start to walk away, grabbing his free hand to pull him along with you, “Come on, I need a glass of real alcohol. No offense, darling.”

Lewis just rolls his eyes, the edge of his lips upturning just a hint, “None taken.”

Those are the words you need to hear to pull him away again, your quiet conversation punctuated by the consistent click of your heels as you pull him over to the bar.

You get your champagne soon after, proceeding to be dragged away from Lewis and pushed, instead, into networking and charity work. 

It's a seemingly endless conversation, one rich person being replaced by another as soon as they walk away. Not that you were particularly aggravated about it, though. Your family’s wealth wouldn’t be enough to finance the London project all by itself and it seemed as if your list of potential investors was getting longer by the minute. You were particularly pleased to hear chatter from some of your foreign connections about expanding the project to other cities, including Paris and Barcelona. That is, if the London sector was a success. Which it would be, considering you were the one running it. 

But, all that is to say that you were tired of conversing with old rich men and their old rich man friends. The only old rich man you were interested in talking to was the very one you had come in with. Though, this one was at least half the age of all the others. 

So you set off to find said man, downing yet another flute of champagne before setting it aside. It doesn’t take much to find him, the man having a natural magnetic energy. It’s almost as if you can just tell where he is even from across the room with how you’re drawn to one specific corner. 

You make your way over there, drifting smoothly across the tiled floor with a peaceful smile planted on your lips. When you reach the corner of the room Lewis is in, you slide up to him, slotting yourself at his side. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. But his pull doesn’t hurt or anything, it’s actually rather comforting. 

You both rest there for a few moments, reveling in the comfort of each other's presence as you start to de-ravel the knot of social exhaustion that had started to tangle up deep in your soul. It’s quite nice to be able to stand in Lewis’s presence without any other factors messing about. Just you, him, peace and quiet and the soft melody of Christmas music playing in the background.

You gaze out upon the room as you sway with Lewis gently. You watch as couples spin around the floor, pulling each other around and gazing at each other with deeply-rooted love obvious in their eyes. Something about the way they move entrances you, calling out to you and pulling at the yearning in your soul. 

Maybe it’s the exhaustion clouding your judgement or maybe it’s the multiple glasses of champagne you just finished but you find yourself pulling away from Lewis’s chest and grasping his hands in yours as you gaze into his eyes.

“Come dance with me.”

You wait anxiously for his response, chewing gently at the inside of your lip as you wait for a reply. Maybe you had been bigging it up in your head because you’re more shocked than you should be when he replies simply with a smile.

“Okay.”

With that, your anxiety about his answer disappears in a heartbeat and you have to stop yourself from laughing as you turn and pull him away. He follows, seemingly more concerned with what you want him to do than his own personal comforts. 

You drag him all the way over to the middle of the room just as a new song comes on, the music coming out soft and gentle in tone, with a melody you vaguely recognize from past years of Christmas radio. 

You settle into the Brit’s hold, leaning close to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms drift to your waist, holding you near enough where you can practically feel his heartbeat against your chest. You look up at him, watching as he looks over your head at the room around you, making sure you don’t steer into anyone else. You stay like that for a moment, simply watching him as he watches everyone else. You sway gently to the music, floating calmly around the floor. You and Lewis move as one, not speaking but moving in synchronization anyway.  

His face is calm. Calmer than you’d seen him in ages, actually. He’s at peace, for once. You bend one of your arms, reaching your hand up to cup the side of his neck, your thumb brushing against his jaw. With the contact, he looks back to you, eyes sparkling as he smiles softly.

“Hi.”

You smile back, tilting your head slightly as your eyes trace the feature of his face, “Hi.”

His lips quirk higher as he watches you, “You having fun?”

You let out a soft hum, “Mhm.”

He hums in response, grinning as he looks back away and looks up at the room around you before looking back, “I’m glad.”

You hum again, leaning your head forward to rest against his chest as your gaze turns to look out across the room. You focus on the rhythm of the two of you swaying back and forth, only truly caring about you and the man you love in front of you. 

You always savored moments like these, such peace not coming often. With Lewis being a Formula 1 driver and you managing a multitude of businesses and nonprofits, it didn’t leave much time for yourselves. 

But occasionally, you’d get a small moment of peace such as the one you were enjoying right then. You’d learned to appreciate it 100x more than any old Wednesday.

You and Lewis continue to sway, slowly turning in a circle as you move. After a few movements, you’re facing the large windows that look out upon the sprawling courtyard outside. Among the tall, perfectly pruned, trees and ornately-laid stone pathways, delicate snowflakes fall, dusting the yard with a soft layer of white fluff. 

A soft gasp leaves your lips, your head shooting up from its place on Lewis’s chest as a smile breaks out on your lips. Lewis looks up as well, moving from where he’d been observing the other side of the room. He hums questioningly, following your gaze toward the windows. 

“It’s snowing!” You reply softly, eyes sparkling as you look back towards your lover. You’re met with his eyes already on you, a slight smile on his lips. 

“It is.”

You unwrap yourself from his arms, grasping his hand in your own and pulling him along for the third time that night, him being just as compliant as he had been the other two times. You pull him along, holding onto his hand tightly, reveling in the oh-so familiar feeling of his skin on yours. You lead him to a door on the edge of the room, hidden behind an uncrowded hallway, almost no one in sight. The door opens smoothly as you push on it, opening up to reveal a deserted courtyard, a small path winding through it. You step out, placing your heel gently onto the frozen-over steps, careful not to slip and fall.

Lewis senses your hesitation, quickly dropping your hand to reach an arm around your waist to steady you as you lead him down the stairs. You welcome the contact, grateful for his body heat seeping into your quickly cooling skin. 

You hurry down the steps as quickly as your precarious heels will let you. As you reach the stone path at the bottom, you take a few steps down the path and toward the middle of the courtyard before stopping suddenly. Lewis almost collides into you, having rushed to keep up with you when you’d suddenly rushed away. But he manages to slow himself down just enough to only brush lightly against your arm. He once again wraps an arm around your waist when he reaches you, pulling you into his side. You melt into his hold.

For the first time since you stepped outside, you are still enough to feel the delicate snowflakes falling onto your skin, the flakes melting back to water just as you come into contact with them. You look up, grinning as you see the snow clouds above you. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you murmur, practically entranced by the falling ice above you. It’s peaceful, something you’d been yearning for for months while completely swamped with work. It’s nice.

Lewis hums behind you, “It really is.”

You look back to him, turning around to face the man behind you. But he isn’t looking at the sky. No, his eyes are instead on you. You flush, shying away from his intense gaze. You look back up through your eyelashes with a soft turn of your lips, “I have a feeling you weren’t talking about the snow.”

Lewis looks up, feigning disbelief with wide eyes, “Oh, is it snowing? I had no idea.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You’re so dumb.”

Lewis hums, narrowing his eyes with a smirk as he intertwines his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You’re grateful for the short relief from the cold, “Mmm, you love me for it.”

You tilt your head, similarly to a curious dog, looking deep into the eyes of the man you love, “I do. I really, really do.”

Lewis huffs lightly, leaning slightly closer, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You reply, tightening your hold around him.

A snowflake falls against your cheekbone, your skin having cooled down just enough to let the delicate crystal survive long enough for Lewis to reach a hand up and brush it away, letting his hand linger longer than technically necessary. You don’t mind, leaning into the touch. 

“Well,” He starts, “It’s probably good that I love you too.”

You have to bite your lip to conceal the grin that’s trying to split your face, “Yeah?”

Lewis pauses for a few moments, his face softening as he brushes his thumb against your cheek, “Yeah.”

Then you’re leaning in and he’s leaning in and your lips are meeting and you’re melting. You lean as close to him as you can, feeling his lips mold against yours. It’s almost like you hadn’t kissed him a billion times in this life because it feels just as magical as the first. His hand is wrapped around the side of your face, warmth leaking into your own skin. 

Snow is melting beneath your feet, soaking into the ends of your expensive dress but you don’t even care, too busy basking in the love radiating between the two of you. 

But you do eventually pull away, if for nothing more than breath of air. But the moment isn’t over. It almost never was when you were with Lewis. No matter how much time you spent apart or working, the magic had never faded. You weren’t sure it ever would. 

But when the time came for you to head back inside, your hand was clutched tightly in Lewis’, a soft smile on your lips and maybe more than a few melted snowflakes dusting your skin.

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