#this brought to you by freezing cold temps

[weeping-statue]

i need .. i need ... ithaqua smut .... temperature play ... with his wind ... idk if thats fine by you im hust really thirsty for ithaqua smut rn AUGH AUGHA UGAHUG UAGH YGAHHSG

Ithaqua the feral you are 😞 he’s such a cutie <3 as well as all my anons! Love you guys so much!

An: I’ve kinda been picking and choosing which ones I’m interested in first and finishing those until I find passion for the other ones. So if yours isn’t out yet I’m sorry! It will be done.. soon? Idk😭 also if this is buns it’s cause i wrote this during sad hours.. so.. yeah.

A Cool Breeze In The Heat Of The Moment!

For AFAB

Warning: smut, a short smut, and temp play obvi! Also this slowly turned into a breeding kink.. I’m so sorry.. it’s my fav😞

Crappy title brought to you by me-

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Cold air brushes against your hot and overstimulated core. Arousal dripping from your sensitive and used hole. Ithaqua has been doing this all night, claiming this is apart of his mating ritual, what ever that meant.

The breeze tangles through your hair, messing it about. Ithaqua’s mask had been set aside neatly on his handmade nightstand. His golden irises staring down at you with a serious look. Ingraining the image of you spread out, ruined, and nestled beautifully in his furs. Long nimble fingers tracing over the bruises and bites of your collar bone leading down to your stomach.

You didn’t know what you were getting into when he came back today huffing and grunting about something. You assumed it was because he lost a match or one of the survivors said something particularly snarky to him. You also assumed he’d want to lay down and just hold you like he always did. Having your fingers run through his hair to comfort and calm him. But no, he had used his wind to pull you into him. Nimble arms snaking around your body to grip onto your hips, ‘gently’ slamming his own into yours. Grinding into you. Muttering something about “mating” and “mine.” So, you could deduce whatever happened definitely made him.. possessive, and extremely horny. Great!/j

He hadn’t entered you yet, no, not yet. It was too soon. He wanted to bring you to the brink and back over and over again. Scissoring your tired cunt and lapping your essence. But now, after what seemed like hours, it was time. To take you and claim you.

He scooped up your trembling legs, knees pressed to either side of your head as he plunged in. Not being gentle either. His words and actions were possessive and lust ridden. Your body’s slick with sweat and cum, hot and sticky. It didn’t help his freezing wind would blow on your sensitive neck or aching core. It just made you wetter and all the more pliant.

Hips smacked into yours, as he grunted and growled. Wet obscene noises echoed off of you both. All those hours of prepping you definitely took a toll on him, making him needy as he edged himself, so he didn’t last long. Fucking his cum into you as he moaned his words, “Mine.. My mate.. mph~ perfect and so soft.. you’ll be a wonderful mother.. they’ll have your eyes.. I know it.. ahh~”

His thrusts slowed down a bit as he was trying to catch his breath. Taking a few minutes to lower your legs back down and squeeze them gently. A careful hand came to caress your cheek, as he leaned in and whispered, “Ready for another round..?”

He wasn’t asking.

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Alright guys that’s it😞 pls lemme know if you liked this cause I Lowkey hate it :((

But you know how it goes😔

[girl-and-her-cat]

Chapter One: Extended Contracts

The probe was dead.

I knew it the moment I lay eyes on the thing. And no, it wasn’t because of the layer of icy crust surrounding the shaft nor did it have anything to do with user error. I knew it the moment they told me what the issue was. The probe had been running non-stop for four months in a freezing cold vacuum. AKA; space. And they were using a standard run-of-the-mill type-13. No way could that handle a four month operating time with no breaks.

Dumbasses.

The two techs that had brought me out here were arguing through their helmets on the main channel; I could hear everything from the saliva smacking against their lips to their stuffed up noses they wouldn’t stop snorting through as if that would help them breathe any better.

Just use a goddamn tissue.

“What’s the application?” I asked again. I knew what it was, I just wanted them to stop barking at each other. The techs got nervous when I came up here. At first I thought it was because my job was to report back to HQ and let them know if the tech’s were doing their jobs; RJ told me it’s because I’m a woman.

One tech, the one that only had one front tooth and was clearly the follower of the other guy responded after snorting mucus down his throat. “Temp and pressure of the atmosphere surrounding the pipes. Gotta know how much they can handle before being blown to shit.”

He looked at his bro for approval and smirked at me after receiving a nod.

“Can you tell us what the problem is so we can get back down? Boss don’t like us being up here too long wasting oxygen.” Leader boy said this nonchalantly but I knew who his boss was and also knew that a guy had been fired last week for using more than the mediated level of oxygen for a site run like this one. Found out he had brought his girl up for some “sight seeing”.

Fucking idiot.

“It’s dead. You’ll need to get a new one. A Type- 15 to be exact if you want it to run longer than 4 months out here.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for lieing about my country of origin?

🇨🇦🥶 <- so I know it's me!

This is kinda stupid but a friend said it will start a bad habit of lieing, I'm taking advantage of the fact that because I'm white passing I don't get offensive immigrant questions and I just shouldn't have so let's see.

About a year ago I (24nb metis aka white and first nations canadian. Also native American but it's blurry. Its important later.) and my partner (24f white) went to walmart for groceries. I love the cold, have been raised in the cold temps of the Midwest my whole life and I have a autoimmune disorder which makes me much warmer than everyone else so despite it being 32° outside, I was in shorts and a t-shirt. My partner thinks I'm crazy and I have a bad habit of freezing her out but we compromise.

Obviously wearing a T-shirt and shorts when it's snowing outside gets some attention and this elderly white couple playfully asked how I wasn't frozen solid as some sweet small talk but I'm socially anxious and just blurted out that I was from Canada and this was nothing. They just laughed in surprise and nodded and went on. That was a lie and my partner playfully chided me for it. No, I'm not a Canadian immigrant and I was born in America but as you can see, my family has deep ties to Canada and my grandmother is a Canadian immigrant. Should I of lied? No but it was harmless, I panicked and I didnt want to explain a disorder or get too deep into conversation with strangers so I just said it and moved on. No harm done.

Flash forward to today where I, my partner and a mutual friend (23 ftm, white but reconnecting to his distant Cuban and carribean heritage. He identifies as "spicy white".) were talking in a group call about our families histories. One side of my friends family immigrated to America about 4+5 generations back from Cuba with the other from Scotland and Ireland and my partners family history is blurry but she knows they came from Scotland and Germany. My partner playfully brought up my lie from a year ago and the whole tone shifted. My friend got mad at me and brought up how his great great grandmother struggled in America because she wasn't white passing, she immigrated from a non-white country and people treated her horribly. I tried to bring up that both my grandmothers were natives and my immigrant grandmother also struggled with racism due to being first nations but he kept interrupting me saying that because I'm white passing and I picked Canada as a place I fake-immigrated from, I'm taking advantage of the fact that white old couple would treat me better than Mexican immigrants or middle Eastern immigrants.

Eventually the call ended and we side stepped the topic but tension is still present and I don't know how to feel now. Obviously I respect immigrants and i have a high amount of immigrant people in my family, not just Canadian/first nations but married in from Poland and Mexico. I know I shouldn't of lied but I feel like my friend is just being a bit chronically online right now and acting like I don't respect any immigrants. Ever since he started reconnecting, he's gotten more and more trigger happy with racist jokes, calling people racist for no reason and just all around... off. I totally get generational trauma and the pain of discovering your history around colonization and genocide but its getting weird. My partner says she didn't see the harm in my little, no pun intended, white lie but doesn't wanna be involved because she's white and this issue has some racist undertones. I don't know if this is just a symptom of his discovery surrounding himself and being in some very overly sensitive groups or I was truely being insensitive to even being passively racist towards other POC.

So, was I the asshole for lieing to some strangers that I'm from Canada just to not have to get too deep into why I wanna wear shorts in the snow like a weirdo?

What are these acronyms?

[bahllinsqrews]

Keeping Warm 🔥

Mingi x Fem!Reader

18+ ahead, Minors DNI, shower sex, heavy smut, clingy Mingi, height difference kink, praise kink, messy finish.

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The morning started off calm, a gentle breeze and it seemed normal until the temperature began to drop drastically. You shivered as it did, but you didn't want to raise the heat too much thanks to the bill being so high. Wearing your boyfriend's sweater, you were kept by the fireplace, trying to warm up as your boyfriend brought you some hot chocolate from the kitchen. The tall broad man you dated for over a couple of years was named Song Mingi. You two found each other on a dating app and instead of a hookup like what was planned, you two found more in common than you think.

The rest of the day dropped past freezing temps then at night it was so much worse. You laid in bed at this time, watching TV in the shared room when Mingi came in to join you. He got into bed beside you and gave you well needed cuddles before you felt his harder barbelled nipples in your back from the cold. You turned to look at him, wondering why your madman boyfriend didn't have a shirt on. "It is cold as the ice waters of the Arctic in this house and you don't have a shirt." You said, him only smiling at you in response when he stuffed his face into your neck.

You sigh at this, turning to face him so you could give him a hug, that's when you felt it on your thigh, his slight hard length standing up very very slowly, seems the cold had woken the friend up, either that or you in the sweater. Either way, you knew what was coming next. You moved your knee up just enough for him to rub against it in his sweats, his breath shortening when the sparks flew through him, he hissed a little at how hard you had made him and got a little sad that you decided to leave the bed to go take a hot shower so you could warm up. He started to think to himself. "That was unnecessary.." he decided to follow you, peeking in the doorway to see you getting out of your sweater and into the shower. He felt himself spring up harder at this.

You got into the hot water and sighed before feeling a pair of eyes on you, making you look outside the door to see the big guy staring at you. He seemed to be already undressed to join you so you just let him in with a smile. You two took a nice hot shower to help warm up, but you felt Mingi hitting your back with the massive rod he carried. You looked at him and he tried to cover it, only for you to be needy too. You moved his hands to get a closer look at it, only running your hands over the skin while giving him a kiss. His whimpers and moans filled the kiss, him leaning against the shower sliding door as he gently thrusted into your hand. You stopped his hips to turn and lean your chest on the shower wall, making his heart jump with happy sparks when you turned to his favorite position.

He jumped on the opportunity, coming up behind you with one hand on the wall and the other on your hip, lined up to push in. He stared at you with his big eyes, making you giggle and nod before moaning aloud to him pushing in deep and bottoming without a second thought. You took a second to adjust to him before feeling him start to move, you being on your toes thanks to his height on you. You loved it and so did he, it actually was a slight source of his hardon and why you couldn't seem to focus when he looked down and talked to you. "You are..so good for...me, baby!!" He huffed out, making you melt in his hands. "I want my good girl to keep making those sweet sounds for me, okay?" He asked, you shivering to his words as you nodded.

His hips knew no end when it came down to you, slamming into you and making you completely weak in his hands. You knew walking was out of the question when he started moaning and whimpering louder to your soaking wet cunt. He only went faster and faster, hissing breaths and faster thrusts, you and him exchanging noises that just became louder the closer you two got. His cock throbbed uncontrollably inside of you, your clit threatening to spray all over not only his cock but the glass of the door. He kept his whispers in your ear of how much of a good girl you were, you had already become putty but he loved to push the farthest he could with you and now it was making you cum, covering the glass and him.

He pulled out of you and stuffed your ass next, going back to his pace before adding to it by finishing inside, it was deep but he still gave a lot to make a mess and let it spill out of you at a quick speed. "Lucky for doing it in the shower~" he smiled, pulling out of you and bringing you to his chest to keep you from falling while he bathed, dried and took you to bed to relax the rest of the night warmer than normal now. Everything was fine for you however next door, Seonghwa was...in slight shock to have heard the whole thing.

[rotruff]

hiii you HAVE to consider the changing seasons and how your f/o deals with them. are they more adjusted to warmer or colder climates? do they proudly proclaim that they can handle going out in subzero temperatures just fine? do they then almost immediately lose their facade when they're huddling closer to you for some semblance of warmth? do they grit their teeth and mutter something about not being able to feel some odd part of their body? or do they still try and maintain face by saying this is nothing, that you should've seen the temps back in (xyz)? [do their lame attempts at trying to impress get interrupted by them shivering?]

or are they better with the cold? do they laugh at you while you shiver? do they give an 'i told you you should've brought a heavier jacket,' while they give you theirs? do they hold your hands in theirs with the guise of warming them up? [sure, they probably do want to do that for you, it can't be comfortable, but their intentions show in how their hold lingers long afterwards.]

or are you both better with one or the other? do you both take strolls through the snow where conversation is warm in contrast with the ever-chilling air, sending glances and smiles at one another? or do you both stay indoors, huddled together and laughing about 'keep your freezing hands off'a me!' or at some Not-That-Good movie one of you put on? also obligatory making warm drinks for eachother and it always seems to perfectly match your liking, with maybe a few botched attempts where one of you has to teach the other.

[ proship GET AWAY FROM ME !! ]

[your-local-synth-babe]

Midnight Jokes [ Eyeless Jack x F!Reader ]

God it's been so long but i'm feeling the groove again so plz take this and enjoy being a soft bby because you deserve it <3

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Blurp. BLurP. BluRp.

   You could hear the electric kettle steaming from across the room. Two cups were already placed by with tea bags on the soft white counter and as the piping hot water submerged the small porous packets they turned a lovely tawny brown. The smell of chai tea was always nostalgic. You set the hot kettle back on its station and prepared yourself mentally. A friend should be arriving soon, but you don't know when exactly. It's been an odd turn of events since you've met, especially since people don't usually first meet on someone's balcony; However, You could care less. Working from home so often, you've noticed it's been harder to stay in contact with past friends. Having someone drop by in the middle of the night randomly was nice, especially when they brought occasional snacks.

   Taking the two steaming cups, you placed one on the wooden stool by the opening of the sliding doors and kept one for yourself. Outside was the snow-covered street, barely illuminated by the warm yellow hue of the street lamp. With the new year brought plenty of snow and freezing temps. While pretty, it looked lonely. Not a living thing in sight. The cold seeped through the tiny cracks of the door and you could feel it just by standing next to the door in your thin socks. Sometimes you'd wish the tea would be just enough to warm your whole body and not just your hands that were wrapped around it.

   As the thought crept by, a light thud brought you to your senses. A few seconds later a much heavier thud followed. Your friend is here. With a delighted jump, you opened the clear sliding door and peeked your head out into the cold air to be greeted by a familiar blue mask shrouded in dark clothing. "Jack! I don't understand how you can stand these temperatures." You said loudly, unsure if he could hear you or not being bundled up. 

   "You'd be surprised, one nice coat can go a long way.." A low soft voice replied followed by a short chuckle. 

   You opened up the door a little more and took a step back so he could come in. A little hesitant, he cautiously stepped in and closed the glass door behind him. He’s usually never in an extra layer, so took a moment to just look a little longer taking care to ignore the red specs dotted around. "Just in time too, the tea shouldn't be too hot to drink now." 

   You took a good sip of yours as it seemed to now be at a perfect temperature for big chugs. He picked up the small cylinder tea cup up to his mask; it looked tiny in his large gloved hand. 

   "Chai... smells nice." He commented.

   He moved his mask to the side which exposed just the lower half of his face and Grey skin. You caught a glimpse of his sharp teeth as he took a sip and it sent light shivers through your body. Instead of fantasizing anymore about the rest of his features you shoved your mouth full of your tea and grabbed a short stool on wheels from across the room. This was the first time he’s truly been inside your apartment. The weather not too long ago was decent enough to stay outside, but the sudden drop in temperatures had become too much. You were surprised he still dropped by.

   "Your apartment is nice.. much smaller than I figured." He chatted as he moved the wooden stool by the door just out of sight from it against the wall and began shedding himself of layers. 

   First, his gloves came off, revealing nearly black hands, and then his bag and extra leather coat he had on. He lowered his hood revealing short wavy hair that barely covered his pointy ears and set his belongings on the ground next to the stool. You could not help but stare in awe at him. He looked the same as usual, but something about him being comfortable made you content.

   "I-... oh! Yes. My apartment. It's just me and salmon. Barely anyone visits these days so... the space is just enough. Just enough for two." 

   The apartment was much tinier than it seemed. It was a studio apartment that was only 266 Sq ft and everything managed to fit perfectly. You even were able to fit a thin sheer divider between the kitchen and living space so your desk and bar cart could go against it. The couch was opposite of the TV and cat tower of course and a murphy bed was against the adjacent wall in-between the couch and desk. A little perfect square for a little lady and her little naked cat

   "With the bed out now, it seems cramped, but I never have company over and Salmon loves to sleep on the cotton blanket." You commented, peeking over now at the plush pink ball in the middle of the half-made bed.

   At that moment, you could hear the buzz before you saw the light of your phone cut on. And then another buzz and third. 

   "Someone's popular." He chuckled.

   Rolling your eyes jokingly, you picked up the small touchscreen and checked. To your unfortunate surprise, it was a coworker. A coworker who you were stuck with on a project who's taken too much of a liking to you. "It's just a coworker.." You sighed.

   "Is it not important if it's work?" He questioned, holding his empty cup in his lap.

   "Well... kind of but not really??? It's a side project so we can work on it whenever, we just gotta log out hours and stuff, but this dude doesn't get the hint that I'm not.. into him. Like he's constantly asking to hang out outside of work and offers lunch but I'm not keen on really going out.. with him." 

   Setting the phone down you open up your laptop and scroll through work chats and open up a program. Jack quietly stood up and came behind you, hovering over your shoulder and watching you open up tabs and message back. You barely feel his breath on your neck.

   "So basically using work as an excuse to harass you to go out. How unfortunate." He sounded so nonchalant. 

   "He is very persistent at that." You added.

   You angrily typed a message stating you were busy and yet immediately received the message back it would take mere minutes. Your mood soured. Perhaps you should have just left your phone alone and pretended to sleep as usual. Looking for excuses, your eyes wandered to the alcohol cart sitting right in plain sight.

   "Oh, how about something much heavier to drink that way there'd be no way we could discuss work because I'd be too intoxicated. Hehe," you proudly shimmied your roller stool over to the cart. 

   "..or you could fake being drunk?" Jack questioned, standing up straight as he watched you open a bottle and pause mid-way to look at him like a child caught in the cookie jar.

   "....That too. I suppose that could work." You lowered the glass bottle slightly and thought not much at all about it. "But what fun would that be?" You gave a goofy smile. 

   "Besides, I'm an awful actor.. ask Salmon, she'd tell you everything if she could." 

   At that moment, not that you were looking at all, the hairless cat on the bed stretched and gave a light 'meroww' in response. It surely gave you and Jack a chuckle as you rolled across the hard floor into the kitchen for ice. Jack as well followed with the tea cups and set them in the sink. 

   "I'm not one to deny a free drink, but I warn you now, you may not have anything left. It takes quite a bit for me to even get tipsy." He comments.

   "Well, at least it's not about getting piss-poor drunk tonight." You stood up from your chair and grabbed whiskey glasses and acquired sphere ice from your small fridge. "It's about coming up with a great excuse to tell my coworker to fuck off. Besides, what better way to enjoy an evening than having a drink with a good friend? Because this guy really doesn't care and I guarantee you when I get back to that desk he's gonna start calling-" 

   In that instance, you could hear the Skype tune obnoxiously going off. You rolled your eyes and looked at Jack who gave a hearty chuckle as you continued to pour two mighty glasses of whiskey.

    "Not very work-appropriate of me, I know." You handed him the glass and without thought silently cheered and drank as you made your way back to the desk, pulling along the roller stool since it was your only seat. He followed you back around and watched from the makeshift doorway as you adjusted at your desk. You took another big swig of your drink. "Pheww. This shit is strong. It burns like hell." You cringed at the burn in your throat.

   "Well, this isn't exactly your chugging type of drink." He responded, taking a good swig of his as well with no reaction and a goofy smile.

   You gave him a playful glare and a short shake of your head in disappointment before smiling. The call tune continued to play and you stared at it like a sad puppy. Jack couldn't help but stifle his chuckles as you proceeded to hit accept and exclaim to your bothersome coworker he had 5 minutes. Of course, that didn't go very well as he proceeded to mix his comments and statements between work and personal interests. He chatted and chatted away so much that when those 5 minutes passed he still hadn't given a direct statement as to what brought up this emergency meeting. 

   It got to a point where you and Jack started to make a game to drink every time he mentioned any personal statements rather than a work one. Of course, that didn't go so well since you couldn't get any breaks in between swigs and kept spitting out saliva from the taste. You felt dizzy and weak, so much so that Jack easily noticed and grabbed you a room-temperature glass of water to drink. You silently thanked him as he took your glass away and tried to head to the kitchen sink but stumbled. 

  "Oh- fuck-" he adjusted and turned to you stifling your laughter. "What was in your shit?" He softly stated, groaning lightly as he put the glasses in the sink and returned to the side of your desk.

   "Hello, everything okay?"  Your coworker chimes in but you quickly hushed him and said all was fine.

   Meanwhile, In-between the sink and your desk, Jack had a moment to take his hoodie off, revealing a deep black short-sleeved shirt, and his arms where from his forearm to his fingertips were an ombre to a nearly black color. His shoulders were very broad and overall his figure had you having some very creative thoughts. Jack took his mask off and set it down on your desk. He tiredly dragged his hand over his face, hoping to rub away any sleepiness he had. Being drunk enough, you simply rested your chin on your palm with your elbow barely propped on the desk and watched him. You stared longingly, finally being able to see his face after months of midnight adventures and escapades of fast food or park explorations. He was honestly rather handsome. He had what started to look like barely facial hair in the back corner of his jawline. His eyes, while nothing was there, seemed to be giving you a soft expression. You couldn't help but admire how he just seemed so put together even while tired. 

   It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze. He was only buzzed enough to be much more comfortable sharing than before and honestly enjoyed the attention he was receiving. He contently watched you with an almost longing look on his face.

   "And so- actually- hey! Are you even listening? Are you there? You haven't said a word?" Your coworker suddenly got much louder.

   Jack has a scowl and you stood up, startled by the outburst. You clicked a few things away and as you were about to respond, Jack got super close to you and whispered in your ear that he had a little joke he wanted to play. You were confused at first but frankly couldn't care less since he had something in mind and in yours, birdies were flying circles. 

   "Mhm yep- still -hic- here and listening. This is dragging a bit, I still have company." 

   Shrugging it off and ignoring you completely, your coworker continued his rant. It's been 20-plus minutes at this point and you were ready to slam this laptop shut. Yet you were curious as to what Jack had planned. Another 2 minutes go by before Jack buries his face into the crook of your neck, making you quietly gasp sharply. He licks your neck wetly with a sly chuckle as he wraps his buff arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. Not knowing what to do with your hands as this was all so sudden, you slam your hands onto your desk accidentally and clank your water cup enough to be picked up.

   "Hello? I heard a thud- did you knock something over?" Your coworker remarks.

   "Ah- yes. I- I'm fine-" you began to speak but immediately get cut off by Jack. "She said she had company. You've already taken up my time with her, so I'm turning you off now, fucker." 

   Taken completely off guard, your coworker stammers and stumbles over words. Seemed like he wanted to ask who that was but couldn't find the right words before Jack nonetheless shuts your laptop off and slams it close. 

   "Well, that works-" 

   Before you could finish your comment you were swiftly picked up, still held at the waist, and walked over to the bed. You giggled much as it felt a little funny being carried that way. Jack plopped you down on the bed and swiftly fell after you. Salmon had already jumped away and now it was just the two of you on your full-sized deep blue murphy bed. You could still feel the warmth of the whiskey in your stomach and chest. Your throat felt dry and honestly you didn't realize how exhausted you were till now.

   "That little stool is so bad for my back. haha..." You made small talk. 

   You could see how done he felt about that experience through his facial expression, yet he looked like he wanted to say something to you. He just stared at you with his black abyss eyes. You felt a little nervous. Your faces were mere inches apart. Your bodies were close, but nothing touched. You tried to swallow your spit, but it only just made your mouth dry as well.

   "I'm thirsty... my mouth feels dry." You lightly whispered.

   "Well.." He huskily whispered back." I can help you with that."

   At that moment he took his hand and guided your chin up and pressed his lips to yours. His tongue glided into your mouth and suddenly you forget you were even thinking about grabbing your drink. You shifted closer, moving one hand to his shoulder and the other to his chest. You slid your free leg in between his and overall leaned towards him. In between wet kisses, you fought sleep hard. You were much too content with this moment to be falling asleep on it. 

   Just as you felt your body get even drowsier, Jack pulled away to look at you. You fluttered your eyes open tiredly to see his face a tint shade darker and a sly smile. You gave a weak chuckle as he leaned over you more to start attacking your neck as he did earlier. You could only help but give a mix of giggles and moans as he gave you quick kisses all over and meanwhile ran a hand over your forearm to interlock with your small hands. Eventually, he got tired of giving hickies and came back to your lips. He gave you a few short sloppy kisses before getting comfortable half on top of you. You let out a heavy breath. 

   "You... are heavy." You whined, detangling your hand from his just to drape it over him and run your hands through his hair. 

   He gave a short groan and shifted over the slightest bit. You laughed and squeezed him with your free arm.

   "Well, could we at least get under the cover? It's a bit too cold to be cuddling without a blanket." You retorted as you began to squirm from him to try and get comfortable in the bed.

   "I could think of a few more ways to warm up than getting under the covers" He smirked.

   You rolled your eyes as you shimmied from underneath him and crawled up towards the pillows and underneath your covers and of course, he was quick to follow. 

   “Next time, I’m just going to shut your shit off completely.” He remarked, and you responded with a giggle.

   “Well- next time I just won't answer and fall for that trap again.” 

   Jack let out a huff and you could feel his warm breath on your neck again. You thought to yourself you could get used to there being another person around more often in your tiny space. Yep, just enough for two.

[lastlycoris]

So my boss in the prison medical wing is Dr. Nora Fries (pronounced freeze). She's an MD-Ph.D, both a military doctor and a biomedical engineer specializing in prosthetics. It's said that all warsuits that the rich people keep for "personal protection" are derivatives from her initial work. Her criminal moniker is Dr. Fries, which kinda just shows how infamous she is - you know - that they just outright use her name.

As for why she's here, that goes back two decades ago according to personnel here. Mostly to warn me to not mention the former company GothCorp she and her husband (important later) worked at. Because this lady has two obsessions: to restore her husband from a cryogenic freeze without killing him and getting revenge on the company that caused it.

I don't really know about their personal lives. Just two strange people meeting in college and fell in love. Eventually their paths had it so they ended up working in the same company.

Her husband was a specialist in cryogenics, Ph.Ds in physics, engineering and chemistry. And the hopes were to make a chemical gel that could easily preserve pharmaceuticals and food at the end of a cold chain.

And then an accident occurred when the company decided to scuttle the project for insurance purposes and blame Mr. Fries. Of course, this information came out much later.

In any case, they still call those series of small inhabitable inter-connected islands, where the Factory was housed, the Ice Rink. Because every so often, a vat of what's being called Friesium would rupture and instantly send everything in the area to below liquid nitrogen temperatures, which is not survivable.

Logs showed that one of the researchers noticed something was wrong with the chemical vats and sounded the alarm for evacuation to get everyone else out. The six that remained, including Dr. Fries's husband, were required to prevent the entire factory from freezing everyone instantly.

People do not survive getting frozen solid without help - if the initial freeze doesn't kill them, the defrosting will. However, logs apparently showed that Fries's husband had injected everyone with an experimental cryoprotectant fifteen minutes prior to the cryoexplosion - preventing the nastier effects like water expanding to ice to rupture cells - and a single outgoing phone call to his wife.

The rest is history. Dr. Fries makes the first prototype warsuit in three days, a suit impervious to cold and sudden pressure changes from extreme temp drops, and marches in to retrieve the lab members. Ferris Boyle, the president, tries to pull the plug stating it's futile and expensive to continue keeping the six on ice, and Dr. Fries offers the cryosuit design to make payment. He accepts and then goes back on their deal stating it never happened - and then claims it was an attempt at a bribe to prevent him from revealing that it was her husband and lab team that sabotaged the factory.

And I guess that was the moment where she descended into supervillainry.

It was quiet for a week as the Board argued about the PR nightmare pulling the plug would do, even if they claimed these were the ones that caused it.

Then someone armed to the teeth in a shiny warsuit decided to break into GothCorp with a bunch of goons to retrieve the pods - who were funded by the money she got for selling a simplified warsuit design to different criminal factions and companies . And then she declared war on GothCorp.

Now this is twenty years ago before this era of superheroes and supervillains. That warsuit was the pinnacle of high tech at its time, and it singlehandedly brought the military to the city after a month. Why they didn't come sooner was because she was very selective with the damage. Only to GothCorp assets and zero casualties beyond the broken bones people dumb enough to physically get in a walking tank's way.

She singlehandedly brought the company to near bankruptcy. And the military only helped because the company took up a military contact on a very big deficit. Otherwise, they would've just treated it as a civil matter for the police to deal with. After all, no dead people, damage only to private property, and it wouldn't look nice if the military got their asses handed over to them too.

It wasn't even the military that got her in the end. It was some fresh detective named Gordon, now Commisioner, who figured out where she's hiding because running cryogenic preservation for six people took a stable large supply of electricity.

A deal was made between the two. Nora voluntarily surrendered after five days. Gordon discovered the system logs from the factory, showing the company's sabotage of its own factory. Wayne Industries makes a generous offer to preserving and eventually finding a cure for the frozen researchers.

And she's been researching cryogenics in prison every day ever since. The only prisoner. allowed her own laptop and allowed outside to visit her husband every month as part of the unusual deal made with the police.

Except now that Wayne Industries took a severe blow after their Tower collapsed and President kidnapped and probably dead, the frozen six apparently moved to some no-name company, and the decaying law and order of our city, it seems she's taking matters into her own hands because it looks like no one can keep the people she wants to protect safe. At least that's what it seems like.

Makes me wonder, if their places were switched, whether her husband would show the same single-minded devotion to her.

I certainly hope so.

[ask-icancraft-it]

Getting Cozy

((Getting into the wintertime mood with a bit more Hero's Cuties NSFW, please enjoy the cozy vibes!))

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Tamora turned off the gas stovetop as the garage door creaked open. Felix stood in the doorframe, turning around to remove his snow-covered boots before stepping inside. Closing the door behind him, he let out a small groan. 

“This winter is something else,” he shook his head, having just completed shoveling snow from their driveway for the nth time. He peeled off his gloves, surprised when a warm mug was brought toward his chilled fingers. 

“Here,” Tamora smiled. “I think I got it just right this time.” 

The smell of fresh hot cocoa wafted through the air, delighting the handyman’s olfactory. Graciously, he accepted, taking a careful sip from the steaming cup. 

“Oh Tammy,” Felix said after savoring its sweet taste. “You nailed it.” 

She did a little fist pump, making her beau laugh. Stepping forward, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. 

“Thank you, ladylove!” he grinned, placing a kiss on her cheek and nuzzling her face.

The moist cold from his jacket, plus the icy temp of his cheeks and nose made the sergeant yelp, leaning away as his head dipped towards her neck. 

“You’re freezing!” she laughed, breaking loose from his grasp as he skilfully kept his mug upright. 

“And you’re so warm—” Felix rebutted, setting his cocoa down for a two-armed approach. Tamora gasped as she was lifted up and set down on the edge of the kitchen counter. “I need more.”

She obliged him with a kiss, cupping his cold, red face in her palms. Loosening their grip on the sergeant’s thighs, Felix’s hands began to wander, his frigid knuckles sending goosebumps along her skin when he explored underneath her sweater. Delighted to discover she hadn’t put on her bra, he brushed his fingers along her bare breasts.

 A satisfying shiver shot up Tamora’s spine as he toyed with her, thawing himself in the process. With a bit more necking, Felix was sufficiently warmed up and then some. Unzipping his heavy jacket, he peeled it off and let it pool on the floor to quickly return to pleasing his lady.

“Hey,” she said in a tone that gave him pause. Looking up at her, she pointed to the abandoned mug sitting nearby. “I worked hard on that; drink it while it's hot.”

He reached for the handle and brought it over. 

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, taking generous gulp after generous gulp as she watched. 

“You were kind of hot in that jacket,” Tamora commented, nearly making him spit up his drink. 

“I sure was!’” he joked. “I’ll melt if I put it back on.”

“Fine,” she huffed, eyeing him as he polished off his coca, still able to admire how good he looked in his blue flannel and dark jeans. “But don’t take anything else off.”

Felix shook his head, amused by his lady’s request. But if that’s what was getting her going, how could he possibly decline? With a grin, he picked her up from the counter, knowing just how to enhance her cozy wintertime fantasy. Placing her in the living room, he tended to the fire he’d built to warm up the house early in the morning. Satisfied with the flames, he reached for the blankets on the couch, laying them on the floor beside the fireplace along with some pillows. 

Flipping off the lights, the handyman dove onto the makeshift pad, getting into a stereotypical “sexy” pose before patting the space next to him. 

Tamora laughed, rolling her eyes as she knelt on the soft fabric. At first, she thought it was over the top, but as Felix began to caress her as she lay beside him, her core lit up like the embers dancing in the hearth. 

The handyman picked up on her heavy-lidded look, taking charge as he moved on top of her. Fingers intertwining, they picked up where they’d left off in the kitchen. Felix’s lips wandered, grazing her neck and teasing her collarbone, which peeked from just under her sweater. 

Tamora wiggled her hands free, surprising her beau when she quickly removed her top. He had only assumed that if he was keeping his clothes on, so was she. 

“Interesting…” Felix remarked with a quirk of his brow. “You can take yours off, but I can’t?”

“Affirmative,” she deadpanned. He shook his head again, unsure what she was getting out of all this. 

“You’re the boss,” he shrugged, unbuttoning her bottoms and peeling them off her long legs, underwear following suit. Felix took a moment to marvel at the way her skin glowed in the firelight, ghosting his fingers back up past her knees and along her thighs toward her center. Gently, he explored her folds; she was moist, but not quite ready yet. 

An easy fix. 

Propping her hips with a pillow, the handyman ducked between her legs. He felt his lady shiver with each kiss as he peppered them along her inner thigh, building the anticipation before finally running his tongue along her labia and upwards to circle her clit. 

“Felix…” Tamora moaned, grasping at the blankets as she was lapped in pleasure. He smiled, his soft laugh making her jump.

“You taste so sweet,” he hummed, wanting for more.

“You sure it’s not the cocoa?” she teased, its chocolatey notes drifting from the kitchen to the rest of the home. No doubt it was playing tricks on his senses.

“No, it’s you,” Felix seemed sure as he licked his lips. “Definitely you.”

Grasping her hips to pull her closer, he ramped up the intensity with some light suckling followed by quick flicks of the tongue. This drove his lady wild, her legs tensing around his head as she squirmed. The handyman eased off, letting her relax before ramping up again, repeating those steps until he knew she was close. Eager to put her over the edge, he dipped two fingers into her folds as his tongue focused on her clit. 

Curling his digits upwards, he paid close attention to Tamora’s reactions, knowing he’d found the sweet spot when her back arched off of the floor. Stimulating her from both sides, he kept a steady rhythm as his lady’s needy noises grew louder and more frequent. Her legs trembled as they tensed around him once more, letting out one last desperate cry as she climaxed. He moved with her as she writhed, wanting to give her every bit of pleasure that he could. 

It took some time to come back from her high, but when she did, Felix was right there, pecking her cheek softly and stroking her curves as he lay beside her.

“Damn,” Tamora couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a mess she was, skin glistening with sweat in the golden light washing over them both. She could only imagine how enticing she looked to the handyman next to her, and yet he’d put his desires aside to make sure she was cared for. He smiled at her warmly as she turned on her side, and responding with a smile of her own, she reached for his belt. 

Felix sighed when the front of his jeans was released. It had gotten mighty tight behind the thick denim. Another pulse of desire overtook Tamora when she pulled his erection free, seeing how hard he’d gotten. 

“Oh, Tammy…” he shuddered as she stroked him, the quivering of his voice giving away just how badly he needed her. 

Hooking a leg to his hip, she brought herself closer, grinding the tip of his penis in a circular motion. Felix let out a huff of air, making small adjustments until he was able to push himself inside. His thrusts were shallow, but still wholly satisfying as the pair writhed in a tangle of limbs over the blankets. 

The handyman’s hold became more desperate as they went on, moving from her shoulder, down to her rear as he groped with just the right amount of pressure. Tamora moaned into his mouth as he fine-tuned his position, slightly leaning over her to penetrate more deeply. 

Both of them nearing release, the sweet mushing of their bodies turned frantic, each holding the other in place to keep their connection as intimate as possible. Felix felt her walls pulsing around him as she let out another loud cry, helping greatly in his race toward his own orgasm.

Burying his head into his lady’s shoulder, he shuddered as he came, pushing into her in sync with the beats of pleasure that followed. Both out of breath, they continued to hold each other close as they came down from their bliss. 

“From shoveling snow to that—” Felix let out a soft whistle. “Don’t mind me if I just lie here the rest of today.”

“I chose one of the laziest positions,” Tamora chuckled. “I can’t help if you overachieve.”

“It’s what I do.”  

“Mhmm,” Tamora nodded, pulling on one of his shirt buttons. “Give me.” 

“I’ve been sweatin’ in this thing,” Felix gave her an incredulous look. 

“So? I’m sweaty too.”

He had so many questions but thought better and let them slide. Unbuttoning, he let her have his flannel. Slipping her arms into the sleeves, Tamora skipped most of the buttons before standing up. As she stretched her back, Felix was beginning to understand; it was a very attractive shirt. 

The sergeant disappeared down the hallway to clean herself up, smiling when she returned.

“You’re still here?” she said, tapping her foot against the lump lying in the middle of the floor.

“You thought I was joking?” he grinned, eyes closed. He flinched as a fresh wet cloth was dropped onto his stomach. “Thank you.”

“I’m pouring myself some coca, want more?”

“Yes please.” 

“Are you even going to be awake?”

“Mhmm…”

It took some time to warm the pot from earlier, but soon enough Tamora returned to the living room with two steaming mugs of cocoa.  A quiet laugh escaped her rosy lips as Felix was right where she’d left him, fast asleep. 

[empenguin]

Ghost and camping

No warnings, just me writing a fiction man into more real life things that I do. As I do them.

“Camping?”

“Yes Dear, camping”

When Simon had arrived home from a long three week deployment he was expecting a few things, however that list did not include you leaving to go camping with the local scout troop you helped out with (you had long since aged out but enjoyed it nonetheless). So he set about doing what any rational person would do, trying to convince you not to go.

“Why? Love”

You sighed, putting your sleeping bag into your pack “because I said that I would go, and I’m not gonna back out now”

“It’s gonna be freezing”

You gestures to the extra sleeping bag, blanket, and sleeping you had laid out “that’s what those are for”

“FREEZING, who chooses to go camping in FREEZING weather”

You put the last pouch into your bag and turn to him, putting your arms around his neck, his hands find places at your hips and he pulls you closer.

“We gave the eleven year olds a choice and now we are paying for it. It’s at a house, if the temperature drops too low we will go inside, this is not the first time I have been cold weather camping, I will be fine. We have a volunteer opportunity in the morning, we’ll get lunch and then we will pack everyone’s things into the car and they will hike the two miles over. I get the easy job of driving the car, okay. I will be just fine. The only danger I’m in is having to eat what the kids cook”

“ I’m coming with you”

“No”

“Yes” he adds pressure on your hips, not enough to hurt but enough to attempt to distract you from the current predicament

“No Baby, any adult going on a scout camping trip that is not a parent has to pass a background check, plus the food has already been bought and we didn’t take you into account and don’t say some stupid shit about you not needing to eat, you do, you are not coming. End of discussion.”

“I’ll drive, if you need anything brought over or you need me to pick you up you call”

You nod, pulling down on his neck until he gives in to the pressure and leans down to kiss you

“Okay Baby”

After the volunteering you watched as Simon helped the kids load their packs into the back of your car along with all the other boxes that you would be needing, the kids were weary of him at first but quickly warmed up. You got to see Simon’s reaction to chic-fil-a, he was not very impressed. Before he left he reiterated to call him if you needed him but left wiggle much fuss.

It was cold, the kind of cold that makes everything exposed hurt but luckily for you, you were snuggled up in your sleeping bags fast asleep, when dawn came you found yourself not extremely well rested but rested to the level that you found usual when sleeping on the ground in sub-freezing temps.

When Simon arrived he brought coffee, love the man, he considers your caffeine addiction and feeds it. After waiting for all the parents to pick up their children he took you home where he made you a full English breakfast. The rest of the day was spent inside where it was warm and not allowing you to leave his sights.

A/N. Written while I was freezing my ass off in a tent. Who the fuck enjoys cold weather camping? Not this bitch. Why the fuck is it SNOWING. ITS SUPPOSED TO BE SPRING

[cinematics123]

Do you like written Buddie (Buck x Eddie) vignettes where one of them gets whumped and the other one is there to take care of them and they're both so soft and taking care of each other AND they can't hide it in front of Hen and Chim?

Well... then this is for you:

“Get the heating pads on him. Eddie, try to get as much skin contact with him as you can. His core temperature is dangerously low.”

Buck stuttered a hiss as Eddie’s skin brushed against him. “Hot, no, no, it’s hot. I’m, I’m too hot” he murmured.

Buck was shaking violently, yet the snowflakes still clung to his long eyelashes and the curls in his hair. His cheeks were even paler than usual, so painfully white they were almost a translucent blue.

“Eddie, you’re gonna have to get his shirt off. I’m warming up saline. If he stops shaking enough for me to get a vein, we'll use it. Chim, check Buck’s toes and fingers for frostbite.” Hen barked.

Eddie grabbed the sheers and tore through the fabric of Buck’s shirt and jacket, exposing more pallid flesh. Ice pale. Corpse pale. Eddie peeled his own shirt off and pressed himself to Buck, wrapping his arms around him to gain precious extra surface area. A gasp tore out of Buck’s throat. Eddie looked up into Buck’s full face. Buck’s eyes were wide, his pupils blown out.

“N-N-N-No, Edd-dd-ddie. N-N-Not you-you t-t-too.” His voice wavered as his teeth chattered. “P-P-Ple-Please, you got-got-gotta stay. Ch-Ch-Chris needs you.” Eddie met Hen’s eyes, both wide with alarm.

“Delirium. Hypothermia can lead to delirium, Eddie. I don’t think Buck’s dying on you; he’s just confused.” Hen explained warily.

“His toes look good, but his fingers are not great. Hen, can you get a heat pad on them or get them onto Eddie?” Chimney’s voice came in from somewhere behind Eddie.

Eddie felt a stabbing cold like icicles against his back and arms as Hen repositioned Buck’s hands, then warmth as she pressed some heated compress against them.

“We need to get you out of here,” Buck said absently to Eddie. “I have to get you back to Chris. Yo-You can’t d-die. Not for me.” Buck complained.

“No one is dying, Buck. We’re in the ambulance and we’re getting you to the hospital. We’re all going to be just fine,” Eddie rubbed his cheek up against Buck’s trying to stretch every inch of himself over the freezing man.

“Got a vein,” Hen announced. “I’m pushing saline. His core temp should start getting back up to temp in a moment. Chim, get the emergency blanket, we’ll cover them both.”

“I’ll s-save you” Buck offered to Eddie in hushed tones. “Hold on to me, I’ll g-get you out.”

“Ok, buddy,” Eddie whispered into Buck’s hair. “You get us out of here.” Eddie smiled softly up at Hen as they brought the shiny, silvered themo-blanket around.

“I’m s-sorry, Eddie,” Buck continued. “I- I never got to tell you. It’s always be-been you. I’ve always loved you, Eddie. Pretty. You’re so-so pretty when yo-you smile.”

“I know Buck,” Eddie tried to whisper so Hen and Chimney couldn’t hear. “I’ve always known. And I love you more."

Buck’s head dropped into the crook in Eddie’s neck. The snowflakes had melted on Buck’s eyelashes. While his body was still cold to the touch, Eddie knew the worst of the danger was passing. Even though they were both bundled in this cramped ambulance with Hen and Chimney who were probably watching, he kissed Buck’s ear gingerly.

“Don’t worry,” he said gently. “You got me. You saved me. We’re ok. We’re ok, Evan. We got out.”

Eddie could feel Chim securing some edge of the silver foil blanket around them. He glanced up only to see Chim back up, blushing, from their space. Eddie wrapped himself wider around the man, feeling the still cold pockets of skin on his lower back, his sides.

It was only then, huddled skin on skin with Buck in their silver cocoon that Eddie allowed himself to breathe. Buck was alive. They had found him in time. Eddie wasn’t going to let go now. He pressed another warming kiss to the side of the pale face. Buck squeezed back and instinctively nuzzled his face deeper against Eddie’s neck and the warm rush of sleep crept in and took him.

[akisayas]

stolen from an anti

hiii you HAVE to consider the changing seasons and how your f/o deals with them. are they more adjusted to warmer or colder climates? do they proudly proclaim that they can handle going out in subzero temperatures just fine? do they then almost immediately lose their facade when they're huddling closer to you for some semblance of warmth? do they grit their teeth and mutter something about not being able to feel some odd part of their body? or do they still try and maintain face by saying this is nothing, that you should've seen the temps back in (xyz)? [do their lame attempts at trying to impress get interrupted by them shivering?]

or are they better with the cold? do they laugh at you while you shiver? do they give an 'i told you you should've brought a heavier jacket,' while they give you theirs? do they hold your hands in theirs with the guise of warming them up? [sure, they probably do want to do that for you, it can't be comfortable, but their intentions show in how their hold lingers long afterwards.]

or are you both better with one or the other? do you both take strolls through the snow where conversation is warm in contrast with the ever-chilling air, sending glances and smiles at one another? or do you both stay indoors, huddled together and laughing about 'keep your freezing hands off'a me!' or at some Not-That-Good movie one of you put on? also obligatory making warm drinks for eachother and it always seems to perfectly match your liking, with maybe a few botched attempts where one of you has to teach the other.

[snappiderg]

Do you melt under hight temperatures, or freeze under low temps? :00

I actually don't! Well.. I do. It's complicated x3

I will explain cold temperatures first, as they should be quick to go over. The coldest place I've been to must have been outer space, in the shade of everything. Not entirely sure how cold it was, but I didn't really feel any different than being on the ground! When I made a bubble there it frosted a bit but I do not think its the type of "freezing" you were expecting.

As for hotter temperatures, its actually most of the same, except I can actually sense when things get "warm"? It's hard to explain, but I don't really have a sense of like "hot", "blazing hot", "scorching hot", it all kinda feels the same "warm"? For example, if I take something out of the oven I can feel like its warm, but that's about it. And in another instance, when I brought the literal sun over as a prank for Delta (sorry everyone, won't touch the sun again), it also felt just "warm", despite being WAY WAY hotter. But to answer the question, if a temperature of a star doesn't melt me, I don't know what would.

That being said I did freeze and melt in the past. For the freezing, i was just placed in a block of ice, where i was just stuck in (ironic, water dragon stuck in ice cube). For melting, uhh its complicated, and I think its best if I answer that separately x3

PS have an image of me running with the sun!

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! I have a couple weird blood-pressure-related questions, both for people with low blood pressure issues and people without

I already know from previous questions y’all have helped me with (and doctor reactions) that it’s extremely weird that my allergic reactions first raise my blood pressure for several hours before crashing my blood pressure, so I’m just leaving that out for these questions 1. Do you ever find allergic reactions affect your circulation? Specifically, making your hands and feet extremely cold?  2. Do you ever find if you are having unusually high blood pressure readings (if prone to low blood pressure), that it happens when your hands and feet are very cold? 3. Does your ability to produce body heat ever, like...stop working? Like you have a blanket over you but it just will not warm up at all, wake up in the middle of the night because even though you’ve got three blankets still over you and it’s 70 degrees inside the house you’re freezing and the bed just will not warm up? I’ve gotten around this by making myself a hot water bottle on days when I can’t warm up, but like, that’s weird, right? these questions brought to you by today’s Weird Medical Thing, where I appear to be having a mild allergic reaction but my fingers are so cold the thermometer* can’t read them and my toes are so cold they ache. I am wearing slippers, have two layers of blankets over me, and it’s 72 degrees in my house. This is absurd.  *sometimes when I feel cold I take my temperature to see if I actually am cold enough to have dropped my body temp (get a hot water bottle time) or am just feeling cold (put on a hoodie time)

[nancypullen]

Christmas Eve

Those two words fill your heart, don’t they?  It’s 10 o’clock on Christmas Eve and all of the ruckus and activity has died down.  There’s nothing left to do but let Christmas come. Whether you’re nestled down with family, spending this time with friends, or separated by miles from your tribe - if you have people to love and they love you right back, Merry Christmas. That’s better than anything you’ll find under the tree.

On Friday, defeating all odds, Matt flew out of Minneapolis and Tyler picked him up in Baltimore right on time.  They spent a little brother time together and then Tyler, Jamie, Wendy (in a super hero cape), and Matt crossed the bridge and met us at (where else?) Cracker Barrel for dinner and then we brought Matt home with us.  I was nervous that none of that would happen because Thursday’s weather on both ends of his flight was a little dicey. Here in Denton we had a day and a half of rain and then temps dropped rapidly and turned things to ice, some snow, and a bitterly cold forecast that wouldn’t thaw any of it.  Luckily the state of Maryland is better prepared than Tennessee ever was for this sort of thing and the roads were clear and dry,  Christmas wasn’t ruined - hooray!  I don’t care if we get ten feet of snow, I’m a fan - but not until all of my people are safely at home. Today I prepped for tomorrow’s holiday meal, those same rich, buttery, carb-laden dishes that everyone expects to see on the table.  I wonder what they’d do if one year I changed it all?  Right now salmon and brussels sprouts sounds really good.  We could start a tradition of exploring holiday foods from around the world and pick a different country every year.  I don’t think they’d go for it.  There are too many sweet memories and comforting emotions attached to traditional family meals.  As long as I’m around I’ll be happy to put memories on the table. So that’s it. Matt and Mickey are watching some guy flick - Jack Ryan or Jack Reacher or some other impressive Jack. I’ve been pretending to watch but actually playing mahjong on my laptop.  The grandgirl has gone to bed at her house with visions of Santa dancing in her head. She’s his number one fan and really wants to visit him at the North Pole.  Tyler shared a video with me earlier and I told him that she is the magic in the season for us.  It’s so true.  She has made this Christmas absolutely sparkle.  She’ll be so excited in the morning!  She’s growing by leaps and bounds right before my eyes, and I often wish I could freeze time and keep her little forever. That wish didn’t work with my boys and it won’t work for her.  I’ll just enjoy every precious minute and hope that we can hang on to some of the magic. And now it’s time for me to go to bed and let Christmas slip in quietly while we dream.  I hope that your Christmas Eve is sweet - that your heart is filled with wonder and joy, and that your best gifts are the kind that can’t be wrapped. Merry Christmas. Stay safe, stay well, sending love - Nancy

[vro0m]

tyre temps being on point is literally the most important thing, specially in saturday's circumstances

you can track it if you watch how both his flying laps went in q3 and how messy they were, that's how laps with freezing cold tyres look like (and it goes beyond that extra warmup lap i think) ‐ more so knowing that canada 100% suits his driving, that he had absolutely 0 issues with the track in all 3 practices until it rained in between p3 and qualy and all the rubber on the track washed off

i think the question is why is george finding it easier to warm them up. this is not something that's showed up just this weekend, it's been going on for longer than this and it's imo the root of all of lewis' qualy problems

Yeah I know temperatures are really important but 3 degrees off isn't "freezing cold tyres" is what's making me confused. 3 degrees doesn't seem like A Lot to make up for when you know that the tyres gain 20°C from what they're heated at by the blankets to reach their optimal temperature.

But yeah I agree with the rest. Every time something is brought up to potentially explain why Lewis is not performing the way we think he should, the question is always "but why isn't George affected".

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Tuesday, 20 December, 2022.... Warmup...Squats...TEAM-WOD. .....Dips.

Slightly cloudy, temp in the low 50′s, some wanted Big Ass Patio Heaters...so we did.

Warmup:

3  Rounds

15  Back Raises

10  Push-Ups

Dana knew why we warmed up with Push-Ups.

Strength WOD:

70 to 80% 1 Rep Max For All Reps

Back Squats:          5 / 5 / 5 / 5 / 5

Armando=235      Ed/Chase=225     Timmy=215     Paul/Herb=200     Robert=185     Dana=165      Coach=155     Patrick=135    Linda/Sue=95     Shannon=85     

Metabolic Conditioner:

TEAM  WOD

Teams Of 2 

Both Work At The Same Time

SHARE  1  Bench  &  1  ERG and ROTATE

There isn’t enough equipment to have your own,

But you can put them close together.

3  Rounds

30  Calories ERG

30  A.H.A.P.  Dumb-Bell Press

               SCORE:  Time &  Dumb-Bell Weight.

Since DB weight is part of your score, DB’s should be HEAVY.

Suggest using DB’s that are your 10 rep max. 

Armando=75/15:20

Chase=70/19:16

Robert=50/14:11     Coach=50/23:10

Ed=40/11:58     Timmy=40/13:50     Robert=50/14:11     Herb=40/18:00     Dana=40/18:05     Patrick=40/19:16

Sue=20/18:05     Linda=20/23:10 

Shannon=15:30 (no weight posted) 

Cool-Down:

Anyhow Dips:     10 / 8 / 6 / 4

Notes:

The Met-Con was somewhat more difficult than most people thought.  Especially if you followed the Coaching direction and used a pair of Dumb-Bells that was your 10 Rep Max.  There is no way you could do 30 reps unbroken, and it got substantially harder with subsequent rounds.  I liked it.

Chase brought an old friend from Middle-School days.  Patrick now resides in Louisville but still has family here.  Patrick is about Chase’s size, but Chase had to be careful with him because he was a CrossFit Virgin.  He’s not now.  Patrick may return later this week.  He got a nice shirt for a souvenir.

It’s difficult to predict the weather starting Thursday,  The Weather people are hugely excited because there is a BOMB CYCLONE POLAR VORTEX EXPRESS on it’s way and we may all freeze to death.  Tomorrow should be the same or better than today.  Sometime Thursday the big weather event arrives, but it may hold off until we workout and wine taste.  Then it BOMB CYCLONES as the POLAR VORTEX EXPRESS arrives with some rain.  If we are unlucky, there may be a few flakes of snow on Friday, so you better stock up on gas/bread/milk/eggs/and whatever else is important for you to eat.

The Weather Experts said on TV that we haven’t had severe cold weather this early for several decades.  So I posted a video memory on Facebook from 6 years ago (December 18) that showed the Barn covered with ice.      

WEDNESDAY there is a wonderful  workout at 0800.  The workout is posted above for your previewing.  Several have already reserved a place at the Barn, but there is plenty of room for you to attend.

And then Thursday at 4 PM.  Workout with Wine and snacks after.  WARNING:  Miss Alicia is in Florida, so if you have become accustomed to having your main evening meal at the Barn, you’d better re-think it.  Please bring a snack if you can.