![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
agdhani.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
1_million_wordsFor this week's challenge, I've collected a variety of winter images to share.
Give me a number (or more than one) between 1 & 40 and I will give you the corresponding image(s).
Do what you will with them...icons, fics, banners...and you'll have all the cookies you want ;)
Give me a number (or more than one) between 1 & 40 and I will give you the corresponding image(s).
Do what you will with them...icons, fics, banners...and you'll have all the cookies you want ;)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 10:09 am (UTC)happy winter
Date: 2025-01-10 12:43 pm (UTC)Re: happy winter
Date: 2025-01-10 01:29 pm (UTC)Re: happy winter
Date: 2025-01-10 01:30 pm (UTC)Re: happy winter
Date: 2025-01-10 02:32 pm (UTC)Re: happy winter
Date: 2025-01-13 11:11 pm (UTC)Torchwood/Doctor Who fic An Interesting Place is here: https://badly-knitted.livejournal.com/2576772.html
no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 04:32 pm (UTC)May I have a random image please?
no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-11 06:21 am (UTC)Reflections in the Snow (Teen Wolf, Derek + Stiles) 1/2
Date: 2025-01-14 02:38 am (UTC)He’d needed the walk. The noise of Derek’s apartment—the one he’d graciously invited Stiles to share for the winter break—had gotten to him. Not that Derek was noisy, but the silence between them was deafening. Ever since the Nogitsune, ever since Allison… since everything, Derek had been quieter, more withdrawn, and Stiles didn’t know how to fix it. And if he was honest with himself, maybe he didn’t want to try. Not when being near Derek stirred up feelings he wasn’t sure he was ready to name.
The park was beautiful tonight. The snow blanketed every surface, turning the chaotic city into a hushed, enchanted landscape. Bare branches stretched like skeletal arms, glistening with frost. Ducks huddled together on the semi-frozen pond, their reflections shimmering faintly in the water. Stiles paused, leaning against a rail, his gloved hands cold even through the fabric.
“Couldn’t sleep?” came the familiar rumble of Derek’s voice, startling him.
Stiles turned quickly, his boots slipping slightly. Derek stood a few feet away, his usual leather jacket replaced by a thick black coat that somehow made him look even broader. Snow clung to his dark hair, and his hands were stuffed into his pockets.
“I—uh, yeah,” Stiles stammered. “Needed some air. Didn’t expect you to follow me, Sourwolf.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, but there was no annoyance in his expression, just something softer, quieter. “You weren’t exactly subtle slamming the door.”
Stiles winced. “Right. Sorry about that.”
Derek stepped closer, his boots crunching through the snow, until he was leaning on the rail beside Stiles. For a moment, they stood in silence, and the only sounds were the faint hum of the city in the distance and the occasional quack from the ducks.
“I used to come here,” Derek said finally, his voice low. “After I lost my family. It was one of the few places in the city that felt quiet.”
Stiles glanced at him, surprised. Derek rarely talked about his time in New York, let alone his family. “It’s nice,” he said softly. “Peaceful. A good place to think.”
Derek nodded, his gaze fixed on the pond. “Yeah. It’s… strange. Sometimes, it felt like the quiet here was suffocating, like it was pressing down on me. Other times, it felt like the only thing keeping me sane.” He paused, his eyes distant. “I’d come here and sit for hours, trying to make sense of what happened. Trying to...forgive myself.”
Stiles’ heart ached at the raw honesty in Derek’s voice. He wanted to say something, anything, to bridge the gap between them, but he knew better than to interrupt. Derek rarely opened up, and Stiles wasn’t about to ruin the moment.
“After Kate,” Derek continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “I blamed myself for everything. For trusting her, for what happened to my family. For everything that came after.” He clenched his jaw, his breath visible in the cold air. “But sitting here, watching the city move on without me, I realized something. No matter how much I hated myself, no matter how much guilt I carried, it wouldn’t change anything. The world doesn’t stop for us, Stiles. It never does.”
Stiles' throat felt tight, causing him to swallow. “That’s a lot to carry,” he said softly. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with it alone.”
Derek’s lips twitched in a faint smile. “I’m not alone now.”
The words hung in the air between them, warm and heavy. Stiles felt his chest tighten, a mix of emotions he wasn’t ready to unpack. Instead, he focused on the pond, the ducks, the snow—anything to ground himself.
“Why’d you really come out here?” Derek asked after a while, his tone gentle.
Stiles sighed, his breath forming another cloud in the frosty air. “Just needed to get out of my head, I guess. Everything’s been so much lately, you know? And I don’t—” He broke off, shaking his head. “I don’t want to ruin the vibe or anything.”
Re: Reflections in the Snow (Teen Wolf, Derek + Stiles) 2/2
Date: 2025-01-14 02:39 am (UTC)Stiles swallowed, feeling the weight of Derek’s gaze. “It’s just…it feels like I’m stuck. Like, I’m carrying all this stuff from back in Beacon Hills, and I don’t know how to put it down. And you—you’ve been so quiet, and I don’t know if it’s because of me or because of everything.”
Derek’s expression softened, and he looked back at the pond. “It’s not you, Stiles. It’s just hard to let go of the past. But I’m trying. I’ve spent so long holding on to the pain, the guilt. It’s familiar. But now I think it’s time to let it go.”
Stiles nodded, his chest tightening. “Yeah. Me too.”
They stood there for a while longer, the snow falling softly around them, blanketing the park in silence. Stiles found himself relaxing, the weight on his chest easing slightly. He glanced at Derek again, the faint glow of the lights catching on the sharp lines of his face.
“You’re not alone, you know,” Stiles said quietly. “Whatever you’re dealing with, you don’t have to do it alone.”
Derek’s lips quirked in the barest hint of a smile. “Neither do you.”
Stiles felt a warmth spread through him, chasing away some of the cold. He wasn’t sure what it meant—this thing between them—but for now, it was enough to know they were in it together.
As they turned to leave, walking side by side through the snow, Stiles glanced back at the pond one last time. The ducks were still huddled together, their reflections rippling in the water. And for the first time in a long time, Stiles felt like he wasn’t drowning.
He had someone beside him now.
Re: Reflections in the Snow (Teen Wolf, Derek + Stiles) 2/2
Date: 2025-01-14 05:07 am (UTC)