Baker Girl

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

[[RP blog. Occasionally NSFW.

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Neko

indestructigirl:

"Love is War" by American Young
Wedding Planning || wininthetardis

indestructigirl:

She chuckled quietly, nodding.  ”Maybe I should get one of those.”  Her gaze focused on the image on the computer screen, trying to get a glimpse of the little one in her friend’s arms.  But then she studied Winter for a moment, looking thoughtful.  ”How are you feeling?”  

The wedding stuff could wait, she wanted to catch up first. 

"It could come in pretty handy, not gonna lie.” When she realized what Claire was doing, Winter adjusted herself so that the small bundle wrapped in a polka dotted blanket was visible to her. “‘M…” Offering her a wry grin. “‘M exhausted in so many way, honestly. An’ I’d like you to meet one of the reasons for that. Claire…meet Sophie.”

Baking Babes

rhymes-with-frenzy:

"On VHS? Oh…Winter…honey. DVDs, Blu-Ray.." Shaking her head Kenzi made herself a mental note to loan the woman some of her movies because god…VHS? Really? Shuddering she finished the last of the dishes, "Sure you do. We all do, we just don’t always…act on them." Which wasn’t…really true for Kenz, she had done it twice, out of self  defense. If she counted the fae she’d hand hands in ending…the number increased slightly. 

"You’ve got that right," the Russian muttered while stuffing her hands into her pockets, an internal reminder for her to keep her hands to herself. Kenzi liked listening to the other about her family, liked the way she smiled, the fondness in her words. It was…refreshing for the runaway, a gentle reminder that not all families sucked as badly as hers did. "What about me?" She asked absently, knowing exactly where this conversation was going and trying to preemptively decide on the lie she was going to tell. Was her mother dead? Was she still in the old country? Was Kenzi an orphan? 

"I have those too, thank you. We actually have a whole room devoted to movies an’ stuff." Which wasn’t an exaggeration at all. Winter just decided to leave out the bits about how big the room way. Laughing to herself, she almost didn’t catch the way Kenzi’s words slowed and faltered. Eyebrows knitting together she reached out to gently pat at the other woman’s shoulder. "Well that’s the important part. Not actin’ on it." Something that she’d failed to do at least twice in her past. 

Pushing those thoughts out of her head, Winter snorted out a laugh when she noticed the way Kenzi kept putting her hands in her pockets. “What about the people you consider family?” She’d learned from Creeper’s own family that sometimes it wasn’t blood but bond that connected people in that way.

In the 19th century, gentlemen used calling cards to formally introduce themselves to new acquaintances and to call upon friends and relatives in a dignified way.

But there was another type of card used when a gentleman wanted to get the ball rolling with a lovely lady in a more casual way: the acquaintance card. According to The Encyclopedia of Ephemera, the acquaintance card was, “A novelty variant of the American calling card of the 1870s and 1880s,” and was

“used by the less formal male in approaches to the less formal female. Given also as an ‘escort card’ or ‘invitation card,’ the device commonly carried a brief message and a simple illustration….Flirtatious and fun, the acquaintance card brought levity to what otherwise might have seemed a more formal proposal. A common means of introduction, it was never taken too seriously.”

The cards were designed as a comical way for a gentleman to break the ice, start a conversation, and flirt with the opposite sex. Sometimes the humor was overt, and sometimes it derived from the way the messages parodied the formal rules of etiquette — it wasn’t actually considered appropriate to ask for your calling card back or volunteer your escorting services so directly, as some of these cards do. Their humor and directness is kind of awesome; as an icebreaker, it seems like they’d be easier for the guy, and more enjoyable for the gal, than a lot of the awkward pick-up tap and dance of the modern day.

dailyoddcompliment:

"Everyone Disappeared"

It’s Time

theonecalledcadhla:

Cadhla couldn’t help but laugh quietly at her quiet insistence. “I think…I would like one more.” She hadn’t talked to Theo about anything of the sort and it was the first time she’d mentioned it to Winter, but now wasn’t the time. She laughed again, just a quick burst of sound, and reached a hand out to her friend, cradling the baby girl carefully in the other arm. “You mean a lot to me. You and your lot.”

"I would not dare," she teased lightly, trying to keep her own emotions in check as well. "Now that the babes are here, we’re really going to have to do something about keeping better contact. Texts just aren’t enough."

"I can see it," She told her friend thoughtfully. "You’re definitely a good mama." Winter grinned before adding in a sotto voice. "One more with that new boy of yours? Oooooohoo." Offering her a small wink, she carefully switched arms. "You know that the feelin’ ‘s mutual, right? You, Toby, an’ Charlie…You’re family."

Wiping away the few tears that had fallen, she nodded in response to her friend. “It might take some doin’ but I think that we’ll figure it out eventually.”

Baking Babes

rhymes-with-frenzy:

"Yep. The sassy, perfect tinker fairy from Peter Pan? Man, we really need to catch you up on some cartoons before the peas pop." She shrugged with a chuckle, cleaning each tool slowly, her hips swaying as her head bobbed back and forth. As usual, the thief had various songs bopping through her head. "Converse are great, but boots as kicks are a-mazing." The last word sang from her lips as she glanced over her shoulder, smiling brightly. It felt…nice to just…do something normal for once. To be normal. 

Her nose scrunched at the commentary, her head shaking. “That’s because you don’t know the kind of trouble I get into. Thieving isn’t the problem, it’s more or less my friends attract…well…they attract a special sort of attention. It’s not always safe.” Which was a great understatement. Her friends attracted the kind of trouble that almost got them killed weekly. “You all live close to each other?” She sounded…sort of skeptical of it. She’d tried to get far from her own mother, hadn’t really known a real family since she was much, much younger. “That…sounds like it’d be amazing.” 

"Hey, hey. I have seen Peter Pan…On VHS no less! I just had a moment of not trackin’. But ‘m back with you an’ fully up to date." She tilted her head to the side then added, "Only without the slightly murderous fairy  moments. I definitely don’t have those." Her laughter bubbled back up again as she watched Kenzi clean, swaying as well though without as much movement as the other. Briefly Winter realized that this is what it might have been like having a sister. "Boots. Mm." It was said fondly as they finished up.

Letting the thoughts about boots versus Converses fall to the wayside, a small frown appeared along with a small expression of concern. She could sympathize with that statement. Oh boy could she. But that wasn’t exactly something one could just blurt out. “There’s not much these days that’s one hundred percent safe though. If that helps.” Winter closed one eye as she worked it out in her head. “Well dependin’ on traffic ‘s three to five hours away—His mama lives in Liverpool.” The grin shows up again and she nods. “It ‘s, It really, really ‘s. What about you?”

Wedding Planning || wininthetardis

indestructigirl:

Claire’s hands clapped up over her mouth when the call was answered.  ”Oh, crud!  You’d think I’d remember the time zone differences by now.  I didn’t wake them, did I?”  Her eyes and ears set about trying to detect signs of tired, fussy newborns.  

"Shhh you’re okay. It was quiet enough that I don’t think he noticed. We actually just got home not too long ago." She was still in the clothes she’d worn home from the hospital. Winter watched Claire before grinning. "They have those world clock thingies you could put on your desktop. I got one so I don’t call you too early."

It’s Time

theonecalledcadhla:

Cadhla snorted quietly, glancing up at Winter. “Obviously. But same difference,” she told her with a shake of her head. “I cannot really blame you. After all, delivering one baby is hard enough. I can hardly even begin to imagine doing it twice in one night. I am so proud of you.” That pride was clear in her tone, in the way her eyes were warm and bright at once, and the way her lips curved into the tiniest but most genuine of smiles. 

At the apology she sighed, shaking her head again as she gently traced baby Sophie’s sweet face. “Winter, you silly, wonderful woman. There is nothing in the world that could have kept me from coming. Not even not getting a phone call.”

She pressed a kiss to his head and smiled at the newborn. “‘M…definitely done with kids. Like…done done.” Tears prickled her eyes. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.” Winter couldn’t figure out just why it did, but the sentiment gave her a warm feeling nonetheless.

"Oh Ky I wouldn’t want you to have missed this for the world.." She rolled her eyes at herself when she hiccoughed and started to sniffle. "But I have missed you. Terribly."

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