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Surviving the Cold: Tips from an old hag

I'm hearing some of ya'll are losing power when it's below freezing. This is terrible, and I am sorry.

If you have time to prep, do it. The Red Cross has several excellent pages on this stuff. If not, work with what you have.

As someone who has survived being snowed into a house without power in subzero temps, here are some suggestions (generally useful even if your power is on):

Light candles: I suggest sticking to small tealights, tapers, or jar candles to avoid building up smoke. Keep them ON a table or tray and AWAY from anything that might dream of catching fire (remember, kids, dust is flammable... as is pet hair). These won't provide the heat a fireplace would, but they will do SOMETHING.

Don't take off your shoes unless you're putting on thick slippers: Frostnip is a bitch and I get it every other year because I'm a dumbass. Learn from my pain.

Cover windows and doors: You know those heavy carpet wall-hangings that are so popular in the northeast parts of Europe and Russia? Those bitches are functional. If you have spare area rugs, comforters, or blankets, tape or tack them over the Ice Portals.

Don't run down your phone battery: Yeah, it's boring, but don't scroll TikTok unless you KNOW you can recharge at will. I had a friend get trapped on the road and I had to organize a whole rescue posse in the dark of night. She only had enough juice for one call. That call probably saved her life.

If it's safe, spend time elsewhere: Become Walmart's resident ghost. Inspire dread in your small town coffee shop's baristas. The library always welcomes hapless ghouls. Better to haunt public spaces with hair you haven't been able to wash for two weeks and smelly clothes than become a statistic.

Layer the fuck up: Multiple socks. Fingerless gloves over regular gloves. Two undershirts, a long-sleeve concert crew neck, you highschool spirit t-shirt, that shirt your friend keeps forgetting to pick up, a thin sweater, a thick sweater, the Horror Your Loving Auntie Knitted Just For You, your old button-up, and a coat. Get a hat. Add a blanket - it's a cloak now. Be ridiculous. Make it weird. Be the junk lady from Labyrinth.

Do not drink booze: Alcohol will make you feel warm while compromising your actual body temperature. Save the schnaps for the party when the power's back.

Ask for help if you need it: Remember how I mentioned the Red Cross? If you need a warm place to shelter until the power's back and you don't have safe family/friends, they can help. Your county may also have emergency shelters in place. Those aren't just for unhoused folks. If you need them, use them, and ASK FOR HELP WHEN YOU NEED IT.

personal playlists i’ve made that might fit your niche

a country playlist for a friend who is playing rdr2 but doesn’t actually like country

soft pop bops

bad 70s/80s music that i love a lot

early 2000′s nostalgia playlist for kids that were born 1995-1999 and dont fit with millennials or gen z

classical bops that didn’t need to go that hard

antisocial socialites

⤷ summary: Feelings become a bit more complicated when people start to ship you and Todoroki online.

pairing: todoroki shouto/ gn! reader

warnings: this is just straight up silly, dorkiness, simp behavior, twitter usage, yes i headcanon that todoroki is internet savvy and is secretly a nerd no i do not take constructive criticism

word count: 2.3k+ words

a/n: i caved 😔 never thought i’d see the day where i made a whole todo fic but it’s 2020 and we should try new things. this is just a short thing i made when i couldn’t sleep and an idea popped into my head, and no this is not my 4k special i’m still working on that. anyways enjoy this pure crack

Kaminari’s Youtube account was, for lack of a better term, ruining your life.

“Trending?!” you cried, snatching the phone away from Hagakure’s hands, who yelled in protest. “It was uploaded only fourteen hours ago!”

“Don’t underestimate the powers of the internet!” Kaminari told you, stroking his chin as if he were some kind of expert or something. “Especially when it comes to the number one hero’s son.”

At first, you didn’t mind Kaminari’s new hobby. He seemed to really enjoy vlogging, and it was better than him wasting his time trying to flirt with uninterested girls. Really, it was fun for all of you to rewatch your memories through Kaminari’s perspective, and to have video footage of things you otherwise wouldn’t have proof of, like when Bakugou sneezed and almost set off the fire alarm.

Now, of course Kaminari had a large following. He was a student at one of the most exclusive schools in Japan, and his friends were semi-celebrities like Momo, Iida, and Todoroki. Well, pretty much half of all his viewers only watch for Todoroki, much to Kaminari’s dismay. They pick apart footage so that they can get the Todoroki Shouto content that the media had previously deprived them of.

When people over-analyze footage like Kaminari’s subscribers do, they’re bound to make assumptions.

And they sure do make assumptions.

@MirukoLoveBot

is it… is it just me, or do todoroki and that y/n person ALWAYS stand next to each other in @ChargeboltYT’s videos?? like in every single video when y/n’s on screen BOOM todoroki just pops up next to them

@ceoofplusultra

HUGEE Congratulations to Y/N for getting the Todoroki Shouto to look at them like THAT 😭😭 God, I see what you do for others-

@quirkiness

are none of you going to talk about the fact that the only time we’ve ever seen todoroki smile in @ChargeboltYT’s vlogs is the video where they were making cookies y/n made one that looked like him? because i think of that everyday

@YueiiUpdates07

Todoroki and Y/N are in love and there’s nothing you people can do about it #todoyn This vlog definitely proves it 🥺

Weiterlesen

rule: go to Pinterest, search “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard from the first nine images. no need to mention your name!

February is right around the corner, which means it’s soon time for Funguary 2025! The drawing event where we draw a bunch of mushroom based characters during the month of February.

Rules are super simple, just draw art related to mushrooms! No need to complete all the prompts, just pick and choose from the ones you feel inspired by🍄

Unexpected / Azriel X Reader

Summary: Since Azriel has known you he has always had the impression that you were the kindest, most innocent person out there. Until there is a conspiracy.

Warnings: reader is attacked, this is my first fic, english is not my first language

If you have constructive criticism please let me know, I’m always trying to get better

Azriel had been training with Cassian when the bond suddenly exploded with emotion so strong he actually lost his footing as they drove their blades against each other. It took him a dizzy heartbeat to sort your message from the blind panic. Help me Help me Help me. He didn’t even hear the teasing words his brother threw at him before he pushed up and launched into the sky. His hand clenched around the trainings swords hilt. Something scared you and he had promised to keep you safe. Wind whipped past him as he dove for the direction the bond frantically tugged him in. Until he found you he could do nothing but pray. Please wait for me. Please be safe. Let it be something stupid, mother let it be a spider. Don’t be hurt. I don’t know what to do without you.

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You however, had been browsing through some of the stores in Velaris, searching for the perfect dress you could wear to the next family gathering when you first noticed the same male following you out of the store he had conveniently followed you into twenty minutes earlier. Heart slamming against your ribs you tried to rationalize that yes, people are allowed to use the same stores as you at the same time and be done at the same time and walk uncomfortably close to you and now his hands are on you and-

He’s dragging you into the alley between a shop and a florist, one hand over your lower face, the other keeping you pressed against him. Your muscles lock up, you can’t breathe, your going to die and Azriel is going to find your corpse. The disorienting sensation of winnowing pulls you from your train of thoughts. You two appear in the woods, pine trees all you can see, then you’re gone again.

He can’t winnow far.

But the fact that he is taking you out of Velaris tells you that he is not just some opportunist. Not someone trying to rob you or rape you or kill you. There’s more.

“If I’d known you were so easy to take I wouldn’t have bothered to watch you for so long. Your shadowsinger is going to give us exactly what we want to get you back.” he seems chatty, sounds like the guy from next door. Your easy abduction must’ve put him in a good mood.

Us. There are people waiting for me to be brought to him. They want to use me against my mate.

You decide then and there that you would not arrive at the final destination with this male. As soon as you feel dirt beneath your feet you take action. With your back pressed against his chest you manage to blindly scratch at his face. By chance you drive your finger into his eye and he rears back away from you yelping. You don’t think you will ever get the sensation of eyeball under your fingernails out of your mind but at least you can gasp for air now. One look around tells you that you are still in the pine tree forest but next to a river this time. It might be the sidra.

Azriel is pleading with you to tell him where you are through the bond but you really can’t focus on him right now. The male has red hair that contrasts horribly with the bloody tears streaming down his face. You can make out only that his eyes are dark but with the way he’s squinting at you you can’t be sure. His hand reaches for the nasty looking knife strapped to his thigh, the other pulls a hand full of what you guess is fae bane from a pouch. But now that you know what you’re working with your head starts to clear. Your power is a bit dusty as it raises to your command but as soon as the male lunges at you he is suspended into the air and thrown right into the river.

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It’s not a spider. Instead he has to listen to some florist about how you had been dragged an alley and disappeared. Cassian did most of the question asking as he himself was too busy trying to locate you with the string binding you together. You weren’t answering his frantic questions with anything else but the urgent message find me.

The male that dared to touch you would find him a very unforgiving individual with loads of knowledge on how to make people suffer. Never had he been so intent on finding and carving up a being he’d never seen before. But first he’d have to find you. And if there was a single scratch on your body he would find new ways to bring hell onto the offender.

“This is useless, we’re just loosing time.” he ground out and rushed off before Cassian could comment on the fact that he was still shirtless and only with his training sword. But in the end he just shrugged at the florist and flew after his brother. Rhys fell into beat with them soon after, tossing Azriel truth-teller and his siphons. He didn’t ask questions, Cassian must’ve filled him in already. Never had Azriel been so grateful for his brothers support. That they were willing to fly blindly into battle with him and not even ask questions about it-

His heart lurched and he forgot to beat his wings for a second when something unfamiliar thrummed through the bond. Fear and pain and something else. He strained to fly faster until he was well ahead of his brothers. They had left Velaris behind and reached the pine trees, the way there were heading now would lead them back to the sidra.

He was so blinded by the need to be by your side, check you over for any injuries, drag you back to where it was safe and take revenge that he never noticed how your end of the bond went quieter.

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He landed hard by the river, almost diving in immediately for the figure thrashing below the surface. Only to whip around at your call. You were seated beneath a huge pine tree, one hand stretched out towards him, the other pressing fabric onto your thigh. The scent of your blood overrides his senses and he actually growls when his brothers land. He’s by your side before he really notices himself moving, hands tilting your head, inspecting the pine needles in your messed up hair, the bruises down your neck and finally catching on the blood seeping through the blue fabric your clutching in your left hand. The roaring in his ears drowned out the splashing water behind him. Hurt but safe.

The other hand is still extended to him and he tries to take it, assuming that you want to be comforted. But you jerk it upwards and someone coughing and spluttering erupts behind him. Immediately he has truth-teller in his hands and whirls around, wings flaring to shield you. His shadows shroud him in death shooting towards the threat. But he is met with a male struggling in the air, spiting river water and begging for it to stop.

“He was just telling me about how hewanted to take me to his companions and force you to be their informant to get to Rhysand. The others are waiting for us to show up further down the river. He said there’s supposed to be about ten but he isn’t sure if Suela could come because her brother is sick and she needed to take care of him.” you sound shockingly composed and the three illyrians are stunned as you step out from behind Azriel.

“What-”

“How-”

You merely direct the sobbing male in front of Cassian with your power, letting him fall to his knees as soon as you release him. Cassian doesn’t even have to bother tying him up. Your attacker is a pathetic, shaking heap at your friend’s feet and you can’t help but smirk. You meet Rhysands stare for a second but whatever he thinks about you actions goes unsaid.

Letting your power subside you feel the adrenaline leave you as well. Finally you turn to your mate and fall into his arms. Desperately he presses you against him, feeling you shake and fighting the urge to winnow you back into your house right then and there. Instead he looks at Rhysand, who has managed to slip his highlord mask on, assessing the back of your head as if you just became very interesting.

“I’ll take her home. Get the others to my dungeon, I want to have some fun with them.” he growls his command but the high lord doesn’t say anything, fully understanding the need for violence after your mate was attacked.

Azriel levels one look at the male on the floor that has him press against Cassians legs for refuge. “We are going to have a thorough conversation later.” he conveyed bloody murder with every word but you knew the male would not find death in a long while. You didn’t have it in you to feel sorry for him.

“Let’s go home, Az.” he hum into his chest where you buried your face. You could only guess that he immediately came from training to find you and hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on but you certainly weren’t complaining.

He picks you up and you are winnowing. Instead of the disorienting feeling you are greeted by his shadows curling and twisting around you. For a second you are free falling above Velaris then his wings catch the current and you smoothly begin to ascend.

“Thank you for finding me.” he clutched you tighter to his chest. You can feel his heart beating furiously. The bond is tight with emotions.

“I thought I was going to loose you. Never ignore me again please.”

“I’m sorry but I had to focus on not being stabbed or dragged to his friends.”

“Well how did that work out?” he huffed but you both knew that he was just shaken to the bone. Loosing you might very well be his death sentence.

“Perfectly fine thank you.”

“But he did stab you”

“Just a little bit, Az can we argue tomorrow? After this I really just want to take a bath and cuddle with my mate.” you looked up at him with big eyes and his heart melted. He would never let you go again. From now on you would have to watch him train and wait with the shopping until he could accompany you.

(You knew what he was thinking but as you had decided that the arguing would come tomorrow you didn’t bring it up yet)