#hate hate HATE the cold

[illarian-rambling]

Shout-out to my four characters who hate the cold with every fiber of their fucking being, just like me fr

Mashal hates the cold because he's made of metal. You know what gets creaky in the cold? Metal. Bro's knees make a rusty door hinge sound every time he gets up and he hates it. Astra also won't let him touch her with his frigid ass hands.

Ivander hates the cold because of arthritis. His cartilage is disintegrated, reduced to atoms by the power of an angry god. His knees also creak like a rusty door hinge, but he's not made of metal, so it's somehow worse.

Elsind hates the cold because changelings just aren't built for it. The only insulation they have is a thin membrane layer separating the cytoplasm of their insides from the freezing outside. It is possible for them to start to freeze a little, causing their movements to slow, so they usually bundle up as heavily as they can. Unfortunately, they live in fantasy Svalbard, so tough luck.

Faalgun hates the cold because he's a 3'5", 40lbs lizard man. Yes, he's a dead lizard man, but ghosts feel whatever sensations their brain expects to feel, so when it drops below 60F, he's shivering. Colder than that and he'll probably crawl into someone's jacket just out of cruel necessity.

And me? I hate the cold just because. Give me 100F any day, just leave this frosty nonsense out of it. This post has been brought to you by it's 24F here now

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[intercrusher]

yeowch

[proteusolm]

I've heard my wildlife ecology professors describe moose as "exquisitely cold adapted" so many times that the word exquisite instantly makes me think of moose now.

[anotherpapercut]

"summer is the worst" "no winter is!!!" actually both are. down with Big Temperature. spring and autumn for the win

[yunogf]

fuck the cold

[sevrinve]

bedtime

[ispyspookymansion]

wtf gay little ghosthunters

[pinklavenderdoll]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[ivynotpoisonous]

Bears are so right about hibernation

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[chloesimaginationthings]

I don't know why, but, I kind of see your game Vanny as a disaster bisexual

VANNY IS THE QUEEN OF DISASTER..

[occudo]

Metal Mittens

For anyone who thought I killed Jon-

I didn't!

(just never found it in myself to finish this one's inking. So I didn't in the end -- I started this in September :'D )

They are going to the Winter Gala after this

[pauls-mescal]

"The incredibly annoying guy in front of me with the staring problem".