Baker Girl

Winter is the name. Nephilim and baker extraordinaire. Happily married to my man who lives in the blue box.

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villesdeurope:

Prague, Czech Republic


Title: Do I Wanna Know?

Artist: Arctic Monkeys

Played: 12833 times
tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

"When you’re as old as I am, it’s just sort of a joke. Especially when you still look and feel twenty-something." Steve sat across from her and smiled a little sadly over at her. "I admire that. I wish more people would take that stance."

One hand came to rest on the swell of her stomach, words ready to leave her lips before she pushed them back instead she simply nodded. “‘S a bit of a weird thing to think about, honestly. I don’t know what I would do in that kind of situation.” Winter shrugged a shoulder. “Some people just tend to fight their own battles the only way they no how,” she observed before moving on. “So the why ‘s confidential but are you gonna get to sight while you’re here?”

"Trust me, it’s a weird situation to be in," Steve laughed. "And… Well, not really. I don’t get a lot of free time, nor do I have much extra money to spend here," he replied, shrugging. "It’s alright. I’ve been here before."

"Definitely could be weirder but you seem to be handling it well." At that, she frowns. "Oh now. You should at least treat yourself. Find or do somethin’ completely kitschy an’ inexpensive. Like…postcards!" Her eyebrows furrow together. "How long has it been?" Which was really her way of asking if it was before he was frozen.

lonelysoldierkazara:

[text] The cookies are worthy of being a prize but already expected

[text] the cake sounds perfect

[text] Yes, starving. Which you are not, but I’ll be there shortly.

[text] What?

[Text] Careful that makes it sound like I’m predictable.

[Text] Jasmine helped make it!

[Text] It was a joke! I’m not really water rafting. But I will probably be in the nursery or using the bathroom. The door WILL be open though.

"If you two could make your grand entrance that’d be great…" She’s tired, more tired than she has been in a while as she looks down at the hospital blanket covering her. "Annnytime now."


posted on 16.04.2014 at 5:05 - 0 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #Open

tyler-lockwood:

people who talk about me in text posts (◡‿◡✿)

people who tag me in things (◠‿◠✿) 

people who send me incoherent asks to share feels (◠ω◠✿)

people who acknowledge my existence ✧・゚:*✧・゚:* \(◕ω◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

"Well sometimes age ‘s a sensitive topic so I didn’t want to step on any toes or anythin’." Her smile faded ever so slightly. "We already have one. I…" Waving away both her thoughts and his words she slid into the stool behind the counter for the moment. “‘S just how I was taught. So much awfulness already in the world. No need to add to it."

"When you’re as old as I am, it’s just sort of a joke. Especially when you still look and feel twenty-something." Steve sat across from her and smiled a little sadly over at her. "I admire that. I wish more people would take that stance."

One hand came to rest on the swell of her stomach, words ready to leave her lips before she pushed them back instead she simply nodded. “‘S a bit of a weird thing to think about, honestly. I don’t know what I would do in that kind of situation.” Winter shrugged a shoulder. “Some people just tend to fight their own battles the only way they no how,” she observed before moving on. “So the why ‘s confidential but are you gonna get to sight while you’re here?”

lonelysoldierkazara:

[text] Do I get a prize when I win?

[text] Go ahead

[text] I’ll hold you to that. Now give me a minute (more like 15)

[Text] Well the cookies could count as a prize. Oh! Oh! We have cake here too.
[Text] Is there such a thing as too hungry or not?
[Text] Okay. If you can’t find me I’ve gone white water rafting.

*dips your opinion in salsa and eats it*

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