#coldtemps

[ruthy-ferrera]

Up by me is brick as sh*t!! 🥶 But at least it’s sunny 🤣. Stay warm peeps! 👍🏽 #cold #winter #coldtemps #jokes #february https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPldGUOexl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[witchee1014]

#winter is full upon us. #ColdTemps #winterweather and a healthy dose of #seasonaldepression This is why I call winter a #greatbiggraybucketofsuck How do you feel about winter? https://www.instagram.com/theglorioustrainwreckmom/p/CYg6MrIrjL2/?utm_medium=tumblr

[consciousindulgences-blog]

#Repost @consciousindulgencesnyc (@get_repost) ・・・ Chilly weather calls for a big bowl of soup 🍲 Black bean soup with quinoa, cauliflower and tomatoes for lunch today 👅👅 #ConsciousIndulgences #ConsciousIndulgencesnyc #vegan #veganfood #veganmagic #lunch #2017 #health #wealth #wellness #plantbased #wholefoods #coldtemps #warmup #blackbeansoup #soup #delish #nyc #winter2017 #nycweather

[leatherartbylisa]

The #filter I used here is called #coldanddreary What? You don't have this filter?😲 Oh yeah, it's just the folks who live in #newhampshire, and in places like _______. #fillintheblank . . . #complainingalready #itsgoingtobealongone #longnewenglandwinters #longwinter #dreary #winter #winterinnewengland #winterinnewhampshire #snow #snowfall #coldtemps #coldwinter #cold #coldoutside #shopvideo #shop #workshop #smallbiz #nhbusiness #video #videooftheday #nofilter #filters #noneused

[henryskat2014]

My phone says it is -1°c I have a problem with this. I am COLD! Wrap up warm peeps!!! #snowjoke #freezing #minusfigures #minusdegrees #coldtemps #iamcold #kathatesthecold #chilly #bitter #feelingthecold (at Surrey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7k6KOJp52d/?igshid=a6p1a5kd83sy

[tshelburn]

It was a perfect evening. The temp as around 72 and the bugs were limited. We even or in the 73 degree pool! You get used to it. #summer #summertime #coldtemps #coldpool #deckliving #tikitorches (at Springfield, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/B12jfSfHgv2/?igshid=17v5fubxd6www

[og-bongloaded]

#FallFade #ColdTemps #Purple https://www.instagram.com/p/B0R5tYwHbg8/?igshid=1kp6x5g2zy3no

[heartfulmind]

🤨

Nonverbal RP Starters

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

          It was impressive, really, how loud a presence can be despite not murmuring a single word. The foot of the chair scratches the floor as the seat is pulled out from its hiding spot that was being underneath the table. Soon, that chair wasn’t vacant any longer; the boy named Todoroki inhabits it. It is a display that wasn’t witnessed by lavender eyes, yet, it was visible in the mind of Shinso. His sight dedicates to staring at the book that sprawled before him, its content was relevant to his homework. But the student no longer digests the knowledge in the literature as he lets his optics dart the middle of the book, finding an odd sense of comfort at the sight of the gorge.

It is not the boy that Shinso is intimidated by. How he should behave, what should he do, is what alarmed the brainwasher for being inexperienced with human interaction happens to be his specialty. The library is silent, so as they. Should he be doing something? Saying something? Slowly and cautiously, he looks up at the other. Eye-contact unwavering. Maybe then he’ll acquire the answers to his questions.

[eighthilles]

❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 || ACCEPTING

“ Listen, Young Todoroki… Shoto… I know your father isn’t the best parent. Or man, for that matter. But I know he loves you && your mother very much.

Don’t do this. There’s still time to go back.“

[winter-and-beauty-moved]

🚼

ic ;; Where is she...?

Fuyumi’s eyes open slowly, and all she can do is blink, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. A small noise escapes her, and slowly she pushes herself upright, reaching up to rub her eyes and look around. As far as she can tell she’s in a kitchen, but she doesn’t recognise it.

Why can’t she remember anything...?

Fuyumi lets out a whimper and clutches her head as a sudden pain splits through her. She curls up on herself a little, hugging her legs to her chest. What’s even going on? Her whimpers begin to stagger into cries, and soon she’s just sobbing into her knees, her body quivering. This is too overwhelming for her.

”M-Mama! P-P-Papa!” She doesn’t even know who her parents might be, or where they are, but all she wants is a little bit of comfort, someone to tell her what’s going on. Is that too much to ask?

[g2bproductions]

Another photo I got when I was out at #dekalake #explorebc #iceicle #cold #cloudy #muggy #lake #icefishing #hut #g2b_productions #photographer #artphotography #artphoto #throughmylens #2017 #kamloopsphotographer #explore #wanderfolk #wanderlust #coldtemps #beutiful #britishcolumbia #bcphotographer #bcmagazine (at Deka Lake Resort)

[gran-pa-torino]

|| Torino sensei Starter for @coldtempered || SC

“ Todoroki you’re too quiet! You almost gave me a heart attack, what are you still doing in the classroom this late?”

[haltquirk]

[ para starter for @coldtempered ]

The farther north a Dalish elf goes, the less safe it is.

The south is hardly safe for his people. of course. He’s under no delusions to the contrary. But at least in the south they try to be a bit more secretive about keeping slaves. Since he crossed the border into Nevarra he’s been nervous and jumpy. The feeling’s only gotten worse as he approached the border to the Tevinter Imperium.

Keeper Ghilanavhen had shot his idea down as soon as he’d brought it up, of course. It was rare for clans to venture this far north. There was something about Arlathan Forest that simply pulled him in, though. It was probably the fact that it was the closest thing the Dalish had to a homeland. It took him weeks of begging and needling to get permission for this trip.

In an attempt to keep himself hidden from anyone who might have some bone to pick with the People, Shouta’s wrapped himself in a cloak with the hood flipped up and pulled down as far as he can without blinding himself in the process. It might have helped a bit if he’d put on boots, but when he’d tried, he’d gotten the worst blisters of his life. A cloaked, barefoot traveler shouldn’t draw too much attention, right?

That’s what he’s hoping for as he slips into this Nevarran town. Even a Dalish elf can only procure so much from the wilderness- he’s low on arrows, which means he can’t hunt as much as he’d like, and he doesn’t trust himself to forage enough to keep alive in an unfamiliar land. The stone cities of the shemlen have always been the bane of his existence- this one is no different. The flagstone paths are rough on his feet. It’s noisy, loud, smelly, hot and crowded. Shouta might be tall for an elf but it’s still easy enough for shemlen to shove him around.

In the end, he takes shelter in a nearby inn, nursing bruised pride and a bruised shoulder along with a carafe of wine. It’s midday, which means there aren’t too many prying eyes to note him as an outsider, but there are still definitely a few. It’s uncomfortable. An elf sticks out like a sore thumb here in the Tevinter-friendly border of Nevarra.

[greatestheroicfire-blog]

@coldtempered from Starter

Enji requested Shouto be brought to his bedside. He was in the hospital, the battle having taken it’s toll. He was hoping Shouto was watching. He was hoping Shouto saw him fall and rise again. He was hoping Shouto saw him fight, and fight, even when he should’ve been on the ground dying. He was hoping Shouto watched with interest, with concern. He was hoping Shouto cared... he was hoping his son was proud of him.

When his youngest was brought into the room, he almost didn’t know what to say. Did you like the fight? Are you proud? None, none of those he can really say. Because in this moment, he stopped caring. He stopped caring about those things, because ehe was confused. A new emotion washed over him, one he never felt before. 

It made his heart beat, just a little bit faster. He was... happy, seeing Shouto again. Like a paternal warmth overtook him, he was happy his son was here. He nearly died. He nearly abandoned his boy. He nearly... he may have never been able to see his son again. To apologize properly, to become the man- the father- Shouto deserved. 

He didn’t know how to say that. No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t find the words. So he just huffed, and gave a half hearted smile, “So I guess we have matching scars now, huh?”

[iceblueflame]

@coldtempered plotted for a starter

     Dabi Todoroki sighed as woke up to a freezing cold winter morning. He rolled over and the wood floor underneath him creaked, the blankets he was laying on shifted under him as he struggled to sit up. Sleeping on a floor was starting to make his back sore even though he was only 15. 

     He got up and grabbed his backpack. He stuffed his blankets back into it and pulled his coat tighter around him before slinging the bag onto his back. He needed to find a public bathroom today. He couldn’t stand his own smell anymore. 

     Dabi climbed out the window and down the fire escape of the otherwise boarded up old building. He had been lucky to find it. It was getting too cold to sleep in the park. He wondered how long he would stay there before the lot was purchased and the building was torn down.

    He ruffled the dust out of his unruly hair and started off down the street, in search of running water and maybe a store where he could ‘borrow’ some food. He knew a couple of hungover shop clerks that probably wouldn’t miss a few missing items. If they did, there was always his quirk to fight back. 

     Dabi blew steam into his hands and then rippled fire over the rest of his body to warm him up. 

[outcxst]

Starter for @coldtempered

Shinsou had never expected to be given a trial. He was an abomination, half witch and half weapon. His witch father had kept him as an experiment and wielded him as his weapon, hoping to destroy the Death Weapon Meister Academy. He had been used to do many bad things. So when his father finally fell in the attack, he expected to be shattered as well. Instead what looked to be a student protected him from the death blow he was waiting for to finally end his misery. 

Since then he’d been kept in a cell, and went through a trail, a concept he didn’t understand. He simply told them whatever they asked when they released him from the muzzle. Because he inherited his father’s mind controlling magic, they had taken precautions. They also placed a heavy collar around his neck, to keep him from running away, something he hadn’t tried since he was much younger. The trial had ended and he had been given his life, but sentenced to remain a prisoner and serve the academy. He wondered if his new jailer would be like his father was or worse. He knew everyone here looked at him with disgust and hatred. This person wouldn’t be different. He sat on the floor of his cell, used to the muzzle, collar, and chains around his arms. He was sleeping, when he heard the cell’s door open. His eyes opened and he looked up to see the person who would now be responsible for his care. He was surprised to see the same face of the student who had saved his life and insisted on the trial. Why was this person so interested in him? Why did he save his life to begin with? Shinsou just stared at the teenager, hoping his fear wasn’t showing through. Fear only caused more pain.