#winter thrill

[dabiconcordia]

Winter Thrill

Standing on my sled, arms out for balance, you flew down the snowy slope. I was as excited as if I had done it myself, Dad. by Wilda Morris

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

See Ya When I See Ya (Acoustic), Miles Kane @ The Caves Edinburgh 13/11/24

literal moments before this: a group of people in the crowd suddenly started chanting for miles to play standing next to me. he acknowledged it for a moment with the hint of a nostalgic/wistful smile, and then proceeded to level us all with reactionary, wry, raised-eyebrows look and launched immediately into see ya when i see ya instead. and this isn’t even my milex brain talking (the girl next to me literally went “oh wow”), the way he did it was genuinely SO loud. like it was an unmistakeable expression that so clearly showed he feels something about those two songs is inherently connected. it was such a from-the-gut, instinctive response and it spoke VOLUMES. i wish wish WISH i'd managed to catch it on video because i know my description is not doing it justice at all, but trust me. it really packed a punch. like there was this reminder of the most popular puppets song from the crowd (and one that’s particularly associated with all their milex antics at that) , and then this visceral expression from miles of "yeah, none of that anymore" or "look at where we are now" as he introduced see ya when i see ya. there were just. SO many emotional layers. and like yes, i know it's sort of an open secret that see ya when i see ya might be about alex and their creative/personal relationship, but god. this really felt so close to an open admission that that’s the case.

[bogkeep]

actually i DO need to show everyone the cute moomin bathhouse pitcher i found at a discount

[asterwild]

Whooping crane (Grus americana), a large crane species native to North America. Populations decreased after European settlement due to hunting and habitat loss, and in 1941 there were only 15 adults remaining in the wild. Thanks to decades of conservation work there are now over 500 in the wild and additional birds in captivity. You can read more about them from the USFWS here.

[friedunicornstudio]

Spring is here again!

[geddy-leesbian]

it's my birthday so I'm posting some OC self indulgence

[kayvsworld]

i cant believe there was a time in my life where i was IN THE MCU MARVEL FANDOM i was INTO THE MCU i was considering catws one of the best movies in the mcu and yet. i was not interested in bucky barnes

[sae-mian]

『STRETCH』

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[VIERAPRIL2024]

[welivetodream]

TSH but after Bunny's death, the rest of the gang start receiving mysterious messages about their secrets.

Like the twins are sleeping together, they killed the farmer, Richard isn't rich, Francis and Charles have a thing, they tried to escape jail by going to South America, Richard knew about the farmer but kept quiet, Henry and Camilla are secretly involved, Henry tried to kill Bunny with poison mushrooms, Henry and Julian's little kiss, Julian knew about the bacchanal etc.

At first they got these messages, they kept it to themselves. Finding letters and notes in their bags, pockets and books. They kept it to themselves until they went to Bunny's funeral.

And there one of Bunny's nephews runs to them and gives Henry a note addressed to them in a familiar handwriting.

"Did you think you got me buried under the snow? That you got rid of me? I am not gone bitches, I am still here, and I know everything.

- Kisses, B"

[goldencuffs]

henlo, i hope you’re well 🥹

i was wondering if you might have any estimates on when the last chapter of all my words will be out 👉🏽👈🏽

next weekend!!!!!!!!!!

i had to unexpectedly travel out of state this weekend but its done hehe and i will be posting it by the end of next week ❤️❤️

[astrum-aetherium]

I hope I'm not the only one who can't stop thinking about that brief mention of Henry's birthday party at Francis' house??? Like I want to know EVERYTHING. What did they do? How did Henry react?? How dare Donna drop that and then move on as if it was nothing I need all the details

holy shit! i honestly had to pull up a pdf of the book to refresh my memory, and yes — you're right. there is a mention of a such thing in it. holy hell. i completely disregarded that. and how rude of richard to just brush past it as though it were nothing! i need a word with ms tartt immediately.

this is twice as amusing (and, thankfully, fitting) because i have my own headcanon for henry's birthday being at the very end of december, as he is a capricorn to me — through and through (yes, i am an astrology girl, and yes, i have birth chart headcanons for all of the characters). gahh, i'm utterly thrilled by this right now.

what i can honestly imagine them to have done, judging by the fact both richard and bunny were there, is not too much promiscuity — in comparison to the bacchanal or the preparations for it, for instance. i can expect the party to have been a surprise, as henry doesn't exactly seem like someone who would like to celebrate himself (or anything else, for that matter). still, i feel like he would enjoy it in the end, though certainly never confess to that.

they definitely got drunk. obliterated. that goes without saying. i can even imagine other substances being consumed. what i can also see them doing is perhaps throwing on a few records and foolishly dancing around in the huge house. someone (who isn't gifted at it) attempting to play the piano. some promiscuous activity, perhaps — someone making out or getting overly touchy with one another for the fun of it (coughs richard and francis coughs). dramatic reenactions of their favorite works. running around the property. i don't know. so many things.

here, of course, we're toying with the potential of a self-insert. had you been there, i mean... do i even need to say it? henry is certainly likely to receive a most special gift for his birthday ;) to steer clear of the obscenity, however, i feel like he might get intoxicated enough to let himself be unwound to the point of indulging in a dance with you in front of everyone. that'd be sweet.

[insipid-drivel]

Something's been decimating my supplies of peanuts, seeds, and cracked corn for my squirrel feeder, and it's kind of been driving me crazy. I've been spending the better part of a week trying to figure out what's been visiting my garden feeders exclusively when I'm sleeping.

I put up a motion activated camera, expecting rats and raccoons as possible culprits. This is a swamp, after all, and varmints gotta eat too, but the sheer quantities of animal feed I'm having to refill almost every morning has been getting expensive. I have to figure out what (or who? Ew) is behind this.

It's been almost a week of nothing on my cameras but industrious spiders and moths, saving for a stray cat (who's getting a feral cat house and food+water now I know about him), and a single visit from such a fat raccoon I honestly thought it was a bear cub that only visited once. It could've easily been my midnight snacker, but it never revisited (rude).

I am officially Confused. Rats, or just that one chonk of a raccoon, would've explained the disappearing feed, but none appeared, even as my feeders still wind up empty by the time I get up in the morning to check them. Even ants would've explained it for me enough to drop the subject, but the only ants we have out here aren't active at night.

Bigfoot? Maybe. I live in Bigfoot country, and met my fair share of swamp devils offering me slammin' Blues skills in exchange for my soul. Weird things happen out here every day, but this is officially bothering me. This is going on outside my bedroom window, so it's starting to get... unsettling.

So I stayed up. My cameras are set to stop motion capture after sunrise to avoid eating memory, so the Feeder Cryptid must be showing up after the cameras power down, but before I wake up after sunrise.

So it became time: Time to get my weird, weird cat, and use her as my eyes and ears. Nobody bats an eye at a cat chilling in a window sill.

Yes, I have a dog, but she doesn't bark or growl unless she's upset or playing.

My cat growls at mailmen.

(Nimue, the delivery-hater - she's not fat, just a Maine Coon)

So I park her in my bedroom overnight.

Just as the sun crested the horizon this morning, at about 5am, I heard Nimue's growling and sat up with my phone's camera ready, eager for Bigfoot or maybe my neighbor's weird nephew.

But no

goddamned teenagers. I'm going back to bed.

[scattered-winter]

i genuienly think if i wasnt so ace i'd be a monsterfucker and thats that on that

[rwac96]

(Ask, Dark Love Epiphany) Juri Han realizing her love for James Ironwood.

Juri: *giggling darkly* "Oh, old man...serious and willing to shoot your own people. Be still my beating heart...while stop theirs."

*Juri held a bloodied & bruised Winter*

Winter: *coughing up blood* "Y-You de-demented--."

Juri: *kicking Winter onto the floor* "Tell IronDick to face me himself~."

---

Ironwood: *listening to the battle* "...What have I done?"

[gophergal]

Ohio Gothic Moodboard Based On My Hometown, #4: Winter Edition

[thistransient]

- If I had a nickel for every time I posted a photo of a goose and it ended up getting over a thousand notes, I'd have two nickels. I would say 'who can fathom the whims of the tumblr audience', because photos I love often go totally unappreciated in favour of something random I shared on a whim, but clearly there is a trend here. Also, the first time around I warned new followers the goose was a one-time phenomenon, and clearly I lied. There may well be future geese, just keep your expectations reasonably low.

- The other day I was talking to a Japanese friend about how jarring it is to overhear one's native language when living somewhere it isn't spoken often. Forced to eavesdrop because you can't not understand it! (Unlike the blissful white noise attained by zoning out around a language that requires some focus to understand.) Recently a loud American guy has started turning up with a companion at my local breakfast joint and inflicting this very situation upon me at high volume. I might not mind so much if I couldn't still hear him when they sit at the very back of the shop and I at the very front. To be fair, a) they come at the same time daily so it's within my power to simply go earlier and b) I'm sure I've tormented enough people with my own public English conversations (although I don't think anyone will ever accuse me of being loud, after a lifetime of complaints that I'm nigh inaudible). In a moment of pettiness, however, I decided to bring my loud Canadian friend today and sit in the back at their usual table. "I can see why you call him your nemesis" he commented, after witnessing [hearing] the state of things. I felt somewhat validated.

- Further brekkie shop gossip (what a fulfilling social life I have, you see): my slutty bisexual summer completely failed to manifest, but we can still have awkward bisexual autumn. Last week the cute guy who also eats there regularly and I ended up putting our trays away at the same time. He looked at me (probably on the simple basis that I was standing next to him). I glanced back and then quickly away. Outside the shop, he was organising his scooter when something possessed me to make direct eye contact. He gave me the nod, and something possessed me further to smile radiantly in response (albeit under the mask). He smiled back. I ran away.

- Because I agreed to model for a friend at a rope class this weekend, I have been faithfully abstaining from anything that could overly aggravate my ribs in their healing (although this also means I haven't been socialising much, hence the most interesting thing recently being the breakfast shop dynamics) and just going biking instead (safe enough so far). The blissful but brief window of perfect fall weather I waited for all summer has already started edging into "I could go outside and gambol about without getting too sweaty, buuut actually now I'm cold and would like to stay under the blanket." (Complain as I might, I actually do appreciate the return of boot & coat season. Or at least for myself, raised somewhere around the 43rd parallel north, since it's apparently always boot & coat season for locals.)

- I suppose the counselling I started has been having some effect, because I've begun to get some of my shit together (some, not all, but better than nothing). However, I think I will still have to do my December visa run (that ironic ticket to Macau). Because I haven't bought a return yet, I started to ruminate on the possibility of getting another Chinese visa (my previous one was invalidated when I updated the personal details on my new passport)- I could in theory take the ferry to Hong Kong and do it at the same agency where I got my first one, except that things have changed post-Covid and one must enquire personally about their rates and conditions. I may have enquired and am awaiting a response...