#melting snOwman

[fruitcage]

[warandpeas]

Legacy

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

It's crazy how I can be like "I'm having a depressive episode" until I'm with the right people and then it's like oh no I'm ok actually

[sunbearsquid]

I made this for my friends. We both like lads, and I believe they don't have tumbler. I would like to share handmade "happy snowman" Zaynes plushy.

[thesnowflake18]

*COLLAPSES ON THE FLOOR AND CRIES*

[excitementshewrote]

[starleska]

guys, i just realised something. Jack Frost takes off his jacket when he's outside in the snow. and he puts it back on when he's inside. because he's. he's cold!!! ❄️❄️❄️

[naffeclipse]

Hi Naff! Ok, but if Humpback Y/N is rizzier of them all, then who is the most absolute rizzless Y/N out there? Like, just a pathetic wet cat of a Y/N? Like

Orca!Eclipse, who's been looking at Y/N trying to do something and failing miserably for the last 30 minutes, now laying face down in the snow crying: I need you so bad.

Beluga Y/N! They are just not one with the Rizzoli but gosh do they try. They really do. Eclipse still thinks they're adorable when they fail with a flirt.

[oncie-cult]

I ended up forgetting to post this Christmas drawing

I hope you like it even though it's out of season...

[goldenlaquer]

[dwtpsychward]

dream https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT2SLQmbG/

this is literally him

[actual-changeling]

for Meg, cause you're having a hard week <33 @ellie-licious

now on ao3 here

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"What the fuck is a snowman?"

Joel blinks, fingers still curled around the cup he just set down. It's early November and the universe has decided to fuck her over by sending Jackson one snow-heavy cloud after the other, topped off with an early overnight snow storm that left them with several inches of snow. The last few days have been rough for both of them, her nightmares crawling out from their hiding places like bloodhounds finding a promising trail, and Ellie has abandoned her bed for his with the first dusting of snow; her sheets are starting to collect dust.

She presses her hot cocoa closer to her chest to feel the warmth seep through her sweatshirt and the two layers of clothing beneath them, not that she needs them while inside, but it gives her a sense of protection, an armor to wear. Her plan for today is, well, was apparently, to curl up with Joel on the couch and either try to catch up on the sleep she is missing with the daylight ready to keep her vampiric memories away, or watch one movie after the other until she passes out from sheer exhaustion. Joel, however, is oddly motivated to get her distracted outside of the house rather than inside, and suggested making a snowman once the coffee machine stopped gurgling behind him on the counter.

"You have never built a snowman?"

"Joel, have you ever seen a FEDRA soldier that isn't allergic to everything remotely fun?"

He snorts, sipping his coffee with a smile tugging on his lips, and she tries to swallow enough of his happiness to replace hers, bits and pieces of it gradually disappearing into the cold.

"A snowman is pretty much what it says on the tin, you roll up a bunch of big snowballs, stack them on top of each other and give it a face."

Ellie tries to imagine it, blurry memories of her very first visit to Jackson scratching somewhere at the back of her mind, and while she can't come up with a satisfying enough picture, she's sure her creativity will make up for it. Then, the last part of Joel's sentence fully sinks in, and she surprises herself with the ball of excitement that makes her bounce, almost spilling her cocoa down the front of her shirt.

"A face, you say? Any face?"

Joel is very, very glad the mischievous glint in her eyes has found a different victim today.

The next five minutes are a messy rush as they wiggle themselves into their winter clothing and tie up their boots, almost tripping over each other more than once when Ellie is incapable of standing still, idea blooming in her head. Yesterday, the cold draft alone made her flinch, but when she rips open the door now, gloved up and with a beanie pulled deep into her face, the sting of snowflakes on her cheeks is powerless against her excitement.

Joel shows her how to form proper snowballs, not satisfied until he approves them as 'structurally sound', whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean, and once she gets the hang of it, her ambition rises to the sky. They spend over two hours rolling and pressing together an almost life-sized snow person, with Joel doing the heavy lifting and Ellie carving out more details and giving helpful instructions.

"To the left, no, my left Joel not yours. Lower, it's lopsided now, Joel I said left, are you deaf?"

He stops, snowball, well, snow boulder at this point, really, dangerously balanced against his hip.

"Right, yeah, you are. Still no excuse for sloppy work though," she continues, not the least bit apologetic, and her cheeks hurt with the smile frozen onto her face, Joel's eyes brimming with an adoration that makes her blush.

They are finally done around lunch time, only noticing they missed it when the first people start to trickle back to their houses, heads turning when they pass their front yard. The sky stayed a piercing blue all morning, not a single snowflake in sight anymore, and when she presses herself against Joel's side as tightly as she can with with half a person of fabric between them, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her in, she no longer needs his happiness to stay warm, brimming with her own. Joel nudges her hat to the side so he can press a kiss to their temple as they admire their piece of art.

The real fun happens a few seconds later, though, when familiar footsteps come up behind them.

"What- Joel what the fuck is that my jacket?"

The snowman is exactly as tall as Tommy, facial features intricately carved by Ellie, a threadbare black blanket imitating his hair, and, to top it all off, Ellie may or may not have stolen some of his brother's clothes to make it as true of an imitation of Tommy as a bunch of snow and stones can be. She turns around, still holding onto Joel, and the stunned look on Tommy's face melts away when he sees the smile on hers.

"He was cold, Tommy, and besides, it suits him way better than you."

Maybe winter isn't going to be so bad after all.

[theodoradevlin]

Felix approached Theo quietly, his steps crunching softly in the snow. Without a word, he wrapped the Hufflepuff in a warm hug from behind, his chin briefly resting atop her head as he swept a bit of snow from her hair.

"You look like you've been caught in a snow globe," he murmured.

Out on her walk, Theo startles slightly at the sudden rush of warmth that envelops her. She stiffens slightly until she hears the voice of her favorite Swede. She stubbornly peeks an eye up towards the tall Ravenclaw, who uses her head as a chin rest! She lets it slide (this time) and relaxes against him. 

“A snow globe?” She wonders out loud, smiling softly as he sweeps the snow from her tangled hair and thinks to herself, what luck to have found such good company in the beautiful storm.

“It’s certainly not a bad place to be caught.” 

[angrybatart]

"Hey, dude! Is that hot chocolate? I love hot chocolate! Can I have some? Hey, did you get taller? Boy, it's hot in here."

"... *looking at the trail of melted snow across the floor* ...Performance is going to have a fit..."

[viejospellejos]

Frosty, noooo!!!