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"For Mama’s warm hand to hold."
With Thanksgiving near, I was struck with Jack and his mother feels (who I named Ellen Overland). So while watching RotG for the 50th thousand times, I noticed you can’t see Jack’s mother’s face. I wondered why that was. I mean, you can see the faces of random kids and his sister, but not her? I think from the deepest parts of Jack’s memories of his mother was possibly her warm touch. After becoming Jack Frost it could be something he misses and remembers the most about her, especially when he tells Baby Tooth “Sorry, all I can do is keep you cold.” After all, a mother’s warmth is something to treasure when you’re a child. 
I’ve gained so much feelings for these two, probably even more than Jack and his sister. I think it’s because there’s so much to explore there between them, especially before Jack’s sister was born. I even have this headcanon that his mother was the one who taught him how to ice skate. While Jack was young and learning, he would constantly fall on the ice. So it’s probably why, even though they were going ice-skating on the lake, she would always tell him to be careful. Why? Because he’s still that little boy she loved and raised who would constantly fall on his butt when he was young. So yeah….-cries-. 
I plan to probably do more fanart of these two together from Jack’s past when the mood strikes me. Oh God, why do I hurt myself?

"For Mama’s warm hand to hold."

With Thanksgiving near, I was struck with Jack and his mother feels (who I named Ellen Overland). So while watching RotG for the 50th thousand times, I noticed you can’t see Jack’s mother’s face. I wondered why that was. I mean, you can see the faces of random kids and his sister, but not her? I think from the deepest parts of Jack’s memories of his mother was possibly her warm touch. After becoming Jack Frost it could be something he misses and remembers the most about her, especially when he tells Baby Tooth “Sorry, all I can do is keep you cold.” After all, a mother’s warmth is something to treasure when you’re a child. 

I’ve gained so much feelings for these two, probably even more than Jack and his sister. I think it’s because there’s so much to explore there between them, especially before Jack’s sister was born. I even have this headcanon that his mother was the one who taught him how to ice skate. While Jack was young and learning, he would constantly fall on the ice. So it’s probably why, even though they were going ice-skating on the lake, she would always tell him to be careful. Why? Because he’s still that little boy she loved and raised who would constantly fall on his butt when he was young. So yeah….-cries-. 

I plan to probably do more fanart of these two together from Jack’s past when the mood strikes me. Oh God, why do I hurt myself?


officialsamwinchester:

has this been done yet


rikoy11:

OH MY FUCKING GOD I NEED THIS.

rikoy11:

OH MY FUCKING GOD I NEED THIS.


princemordo:

heads up

if i ever stop talking to you as much

  • its not you
  • there are a lot of things going on right now and idk what im doing and i often forget the fact that i have friends omfg
  • i still want to be close

if i ever message/text/call/ect you a lot

  • pls let me know bc i dont want to make you uncomfortable or bug you
  • be a Pal; dont let me make an asshat out of myself
  • ps its more than likely because i want to be close

also

sometimes i just don’t know what to talk about and i might stop talking because i don’t wanna ramble and end up annoying you or something

#ooc

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fionajudelangdon2573:

Once you have me as a steady RP partner, I am pretty loyal to you. 


Call this an experiment. Reblog if you have OCs that you adore

jonnovstheinternet:

So I heard it’s Earth Day

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Frozen 68 || drabble

It was one of those nights. The white haired girl looked up to the dark sky, defiance - if not anger - visible on her features. The glare was directed at the hanging bright orb, its supposedly calming light having no effect on her. 

"Come on, Moon. What’s a spirit to do here?" she started softly, "I’ve tried everything, everything, yet no one ever sees me.”

There was no response though the Moon relentlessly cast its soothing ray.

"I.. I can’t.. I can’t stand this anymore, okay?" Her voice took a passionate turn and she clenched her fingers tightly around her staff, the only thing that ever stayed with her since she broke through the surface of the lake almost three centuries ago. "Just.. tell me what am I supposed to do!"

And yet, there was no answer given. The night sat still as ever.

The winter spirit stood motionless for a while, icy blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “Fine!” she seethed, “Have it your way then!” The temperature dropped some degrees, the previously cool evening turning to chilly little by little. “You know what? I’m going to find out. One way or another. Who needs you anyway.” Light snow started to fall, twisting and spinning heavier and heavier as the seconds ticked by, until the wind carrying it lashed all around her, raging flurries of white deafening the night.

It continued to storm while she alternately screamed threats and pleas at the Moon. Still it wouldn’t budge. Defeated, the winter spirit ran her fingers through her hair, and finally realized the blizzard she had caused. Deep breath, Jo, deep breath. Gradually the snow ceased, though not by much, and she bit her lip as she looked at her feet, anywhere but the Moon. Snow was gathering ankle-deep around them. 

It was still snowing when she heard a familiar, heavily accented, obviously irritated voice from behind. “You got a problem with Easter, mate?” 

It is Easter? She cursed in her mind. She didn’t mean to mess with the Guardian of Hope. She didn’t even mean to make it storm in the first place. Not on Easter, anyway. The girl would apologize, yes, and offer him her help to fix it as best as she could.

But, a voice inside her head interrupted, apologizing means admitting that you lost control. Admitting it meant telling him why.

No. No way. The winter spirit turned around to face the Pooka. The lopsided smirk on her face was so convincing, it left no trace of the anguish whatsoever. 

"Aww, Bunny. Surely you can handle a mere flurry?"

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