and i still have extra flowers

anonymous asked:

Hey! From that huge au list that you said you were accepting prompts on, could you possibly do stucky, the "I hit you with my car and I'm the only one who visited at the hospital, you okay?" with steve being the one hit by the car? It's a sick day for me and it feels like I've exhausted all good fanfiction... you're my only hope!

“Which flower arrangement says ‘I’m very sorry for running you over in my car’?” Bucky asks into his phone, frantically looking between an arrangement with tulips and an orchid.

There’s a long pause, then Natasha asks very level, very calm, “James?”

“Yes?”

“What did you do?” she asks in that same, calm voice.

“I RAN SOMEONE OVER WITH MY CAR,” Bucky yells. “I JUST SAID THAT.”

“Excuse me sir,” says the little old woman shopping next to him.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry for yelling,” Bucky says. “I’ll be quiet.”

“No, no, dear, that’s not the issue,” she says.

“Oh, then am I in your way?” he asks.

“No, it’s just that I’m about to leave the store, and drive home. I’m hoping that you’ll give me a few minutes’ head start before you leave, too.”

He nods and smiles at the old lady, then goes back to his phone. “I wish I were dead,” he says, still smiling.

“Daffodils are nice,” Natasha says.

— —

It’s probably presumptuous to go visit the guy you hit with your cat in the hospital and Bucky’s pretty sure that if his insurance company knew about Bucky going over there they’d be pissed, but you can’t just run someone over with your car and not visit them in the hospital. That’d just be bad form.

Bad form like not stopping all the way at a stop sign and grazing the pedestrian who is crossing the street.

He knocks on the door. “Uh, hi,” he says, looking at the guy laying in bed.

The guy sits up a little, then winces. “Hi,” he says. “You lost?”

“No, at least… I don’t think so. You’re Steve Rogers?” The guy nods. “Okay, well, I’m Bucky Barnes and I maybe sort of hit you with my car,” he says, hiding behind the bouquet of daffodils a little. He peeks out from behind it. “Sorry about that,” he adds.

The guy snorts. “Believe it or not, it’s not the first time I’ve been hit by a car,” he says, “and you just tapped me.” He shrugs. “Honestly, I wouldn’t even be in here if it weren’t for my pre-existing conditions.” He perks up a little. “Are those for me?” he asks, looking at the flowers.

“Yeah,” Bucky says, walking forward towards the bed and holding the flowers out to Steve. “They are! They’re… daffodils.”

“I’m horribly allergic,” Steve says, grinning. “Gimme.”

“But you’re—“

“Already in the hospital,” Steve says, taking the flowers and smelling them. The yellow looks nice with his soft blond hair and it’s kind of cute when his thick black frame glasses slip down his nose while he sniffs. “Wow! These are great.”

“I’m glad you like them,” Bucky says, trying not to blush because the guy he ran over with his car is really stinking cute.

“Thanks for coming,” Steve says.

“Oh, uh,” Bucky says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It was the least I could do.”

“I’m I the hospital so much that my friends don’t even notice at this point, so it’s nice to have some company.” He’s still holding the flowers, and looks down at them again like he can’t believe he really has them, and Bucky wonders why his friends wouldn’t come visit him in the hospital when he is obviously the most adorable dork in all of New York City. He looks back up at Bucky. “You want some pudding?” he asks. “I have some extra.”

— —

Two years later and Steve feeds Bucky a spoonful of pudding. “Yum,” Bucky says, smacking his lips together.

“I can’t believe you convinced the caterers to serve pudding,” Steve says, grinning.

“You know how some couples have special songs or places?” Bucky asks.

Steve nods. “Yeah,” he says.

“Well, our dessert is pudding,” he says.

Steve rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe you,” Steve says.

“And I still can’t believe that you agreed to marry some guy who ran you over with his car,” Bucky says.

Steve shrugs. “You didn’t have enough money to be worth suing,” he says. “And,” he adds, “you only grazed me.”

Bucky grins, leans in and kisses his new husband.

“And you grazed me with your love,” he says. “Same thing.”

“Not at all!” Steve squeaks and Bucky laughs and around them their friends and family dance awkwardly to a mediocre DJ and they’re husbands now, and Bucky will never, ever, run over anyone else for the rest of his life.

anonymous asked:

There is no way to exploit an animal and love them at the same time (regarding beekeeping)

Let me tell you a story about two beehives.


We’ve all seen a beehive in the wild, yes? If you have not, it’s a small thing with very limited space for honey and brood. The bees spend days of labor to build this entire hive with not so much space, which leaves less time to collect precious honey for the winter. “We must hurry!” Say the wild bees. “Soon winter will come and we need to stock up on food!!”

Now let’s move on to the beekeeper’s hive. It’s nice and big, with lots of space and a grid that makes it easy to build honeycomb and fill it with nice sweet honey. “We have lots of space and spare time with this nice big new home!” The bees say, and they fill the whole thing up with food storage and nurseries.

“HA!” Laugh the wild bees. “Your hive is full, and now you have nothing to do!”

“No matter” say the honeybees. “Our beekeeper has added a whole new room to our hive! Now we can collect and store even more honey and brood!” The honeybees and wild bees continue to collect pollen and nectar, when suddenly, an epidemic of mites comes to bee meadow!

“These mites are awful!” Says one wild bee to another.

“They sure are!” The honeybee colony agrees.

The wild worker scoffs and says with a smug tone “Where is your beekeeper now? Surely they cannot save you from this terrible sickness!”

“Our beekeeper came by yesterday, and cured us of our mites!” The honeybee happily replied. “And they’re putting up a fence tomorrow because they heard there are predators in the area!”


Spring and summer passed by as usual. All of the bees collected pollen and nectar at their own pace.
Then, one autumn afternoon, the hive of wild bees discovers that the honeybees had been ROBBED! Robbed by their own beekeeper!

“HA HA!” Laughed the wild bees. “Your beekeeper betrayed you! And now you will never survive the winter! All of that protection and safety for naught!”

“Actually, we have plenty of honey.” The honeybees say. “We have even more than you do!”

It was true. The wild bees were stunned to see that their neighboring hive had plenty of honey to get by on, while their own honey stores would just barely get them through the winter.

“Well I’ll be!” the wild bees exclaim. “Maybe this beekeeping business isn’t as bad as I thought!”

In short, if you buy from a kind local beekeeper, the honey that comes to your kitchen is always going to be EXTRA honey. Honey the bees made way too much of because they had the resources to do so. When we take honey, we carefully brush each bee off of each frame and take extra special care that nobody gets hurt.

I hope you can understand what I’m trying to say. Also, commercial beekeepers tend to not be quite so good. They take all the bee’s winter supply and feed them sugar water (still fairly safe!), they have too many hives in one place and exhaust their resources, etc etc.


In the shortest of short; Support local beekeepers. More safe hives means more safe bees. Plant bee flowers. Be kind. (Bee kind, heehee.)


Sorry for the long post, and please enjoy the rest of your day.

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Marluxia and Larxene now join the crew of ‘who I’ve gotten around to finally designing’. Once again I followed with the idea I wanted to keep elements of what their known for but - to mix it up a bit.  So in the AU, Marluxia actually has shorter hair, I still wanted to keep the flare of his hair however. And admittedly, you can maybe spy a flowery look about how the top of his hair flows ( How it looks like a flower. )

Larxene, on her behalf I did have some aid from all you guys, but the second choice won out and - so now her  little antennas curl forwards. Over all, I’m happy with both their designs.

Jimon Coffee Shop AU

Author’s Note: For Theo. @petertheromaniwolf I love you happy birthday!! Idk if this is good but I hope you like it! Also, could this title have been better? Yes, but I’m an unoriginal bitch. 

Word count: 2.5k+

Ships: Jimon obvs and implied Clizzy and another one if you find it. 

Plot: Pls see the title. 

Simon stood behind the counter on a Saturday night, finally able to catch his breath as the crowd began to thin. He glanced at his watch—and groaned. There were two whole hours left. He was never going to cover for Clary again.

His eyes were starting to droop when what he hoped would be the last customer of the night came in. The boy seemed a little older than him, and his hair looked very swoosh-y.

“Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?” Simon asked, putting on his customer-smile.

“Um, actually, I saw the sign out front. I’m looking for a job?” Swoosh said.

“Oh, right.” Simon said, straightening up. “I’ll go get my manager.”

Simon walked over to the small door and knocked twice before he heard the faint “come in”.

“Luke?” Simon poked his head in. “A guy’s here about the job.”

“Alright, Simon, send him in.” Luke said, nodding his head at him.

Simon nodded back and left to tell Swoosh to head inside.

He made a black coffee and a frappucino for a really pissed off-looking guy and his friend and then played around on his phone for a while before Swoosh came back.

“Hey!” Simon grinned. “Did you get the job?”

Swoosh smiled back, small and cute. Simon noticed his eyes were really interesting. One of them was completely, brilliantly blue and the other was blue mixed with brown. They were one of the prettiest things Simon had ever seen.

He realized that he’d been staring and that Swoosh had said something.

“I’m sorry, what?” Simon asked, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Swoosh smirked. “I said I start Monday. 4 pm.”

“Oh, nice!” Simon grinned. “That’s my shift too.”

“I’ll see you Monday, then.” Swoosh adjusted his jacket and made his way out the shop.

He’d almost left when Simon called out, “Hey, wait! What’s your name?”

Swoosh turned around and flashed that smirk Simon was already getting familiar with. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

                                                      ~~~

For Jace, Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Not only did he need the money, he was also mildly interested in the cute barista. He wasn’t really his type, with those glasses and the Harry Potter t-shirt but there was something about him.

He stepped into Garroway’s, breathing in the scent of coffee and sugary treats. He hopped over the counter before pulling his apron on.

There weren’t many customers so Jace cleaned up the counter and threw away the trash. Simon burst into the café’ at 4:30, breathless and sweaty.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “I fell asleep.”

“It’s alright.” Jace bent down to grab an apron and threw it to Simon.

“Luke’s gonna kill me.” Simon mumbled, before tugging the apron on and joining Jace behind the counter.

“It’s fine, he doesn’t know.” Jace assured him.

“You didn’t tell him?” Simon asked, reaching over to grab a cup. His arm brushed against Jace’s, making him want to scream.

“No.” Jace said, shrugging.

“Oh.” Simon smiled before his eyes drifted to his name tag. Jace noticed it was a different smile. Not the smile he’d showed the first time he’d seen him. “Thanks, Jace.”

Jace let out a noise that sounded more like a laugh than a scoff. “Customers.” He said, nodding towards the group of teenagers that had just entered.

“Right.” Simon sighed. “I hate these ones. They always have the most complicated orders.”

He put on his charming customer smile as they approached the counter. “Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?”

As promised, the kids all had extremely complicated orders and Jace struggled to keep them all in his head. The café’ he’d worked at before only had normal things like coffee and cappuccino, not freaking unicorn dream flower soy latte half and half extra shot of espresso macchiatos. That’s probably why they closed.

Simon, however, was completely at ease, having done this a million times.

“You need any help?” He asked Jace.

“No.” Jace responded, starting to make the first drink.

“Really? Because you look like you need some help.” Simon insisted.

“I said I’m fine.” Jace responded, grabbing a packet of sugar.

“No!” Simon shouted, grabbing Jace’s hand before he could pour the sugar into the drink.

“What?” Jace said, annoyed. And he was also a little bit flustered because his hand was still inside Simon’s.

“That guy will kill you if you add sugar to his coffee.” Simon warned.

“But he asked for extra sugar?” Jace asked, confused.

“No, that was his boyfriend.” Simon said.

Jace groaned. “I give up.”

Simon smiled, softly. “How about you accept my help and just do what I tell you?”

“Fine.” Jace mumbled. “Thanks, or whatever.”

“Okay.” Simon chuckled and pulled his hand—and the packet of sugar—away.

Jace decided he liked his hands better when Simon was holding them.

                                                      ~~~

It had been a couple weeks since Jace started working at Garroway’s and he was finally able to keep up, according to Simon.

He no longer went into the bathroom to scream when someone gave him a super-long order and he didn’t secretly record those orders on his phone either.

He was making progress.

He and Simon had gotten fairly close during their time working together, as they did have to spend about 5 hours together five days a week.

Maybe we should start hanging out outside of work, Simon thought. I mean, we’re friends now, right? And friends hang out all the time.

Although, Simon had to admit, he’d thought about being more than friends a couple times. There wasn’t much to not like about Jace. He tried to be all cool and badass but Simon knew he was just a puppy in a leather jacket.

“Um, hel-lo?” The obnoxious voice snapped Simon out of his daze.

“Hi.” He said to the middle-aged woman glaring at him. “What can I get you?”

“Ugh, are you really going to make me repeat my order?” The woman snapped.

“Sorry, I just, um, had something on my mind.” Simon apologized.

“Clearly.” The woman pursed her lips before repeating her order.

“Uh, your name please?” Simon asked, once she was done.

The woman groaned. “Are you serious?!” She was starting to get loud now. “I’ve been here for the past three days and you don’t even remember my goddamn name!”

“I’m sorry but we get loads of customers everyday .“ Simon said, trying not to show his frustration.

“Whatever. “The woman rolled her eyes. “It’s Karen.”

Simon heard a snort and turned to see Jace watching the exchange with a glint of amusement in his eyes. Simon subtly mouthed “helped me” which only made Jace laugh more.

“Um, could you faggots stop eye-fucking each other and start making my order?” Karen snapped.

Both Simon and Jace snapped their necks towards her. Suddenly, the glee in the air had disappeared.

“Excuse me.” Jace licked his lips, eerily calm and his eyes steely. “What did you just say?”

“That kind of language really isn’t necessary.” Simon said.

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I?” Karen demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. The line behind her was getting longer and everyone was shooting her disapproving looks. “That’s all you fags do, anyway.”

“I’m gonna ask you to leave now.” Jace said. Simon noticed his hands were clenched tightly, the veins popping in his arm.

“What?” Karen seemed bewildered. “Listen, I’m not gonna get discriminated against by the likes of you! I demand to see your manager.”

“Listen.” Simon said forcefully. “Either you leave right now or this is gonna turn ugly.”

“Bring me your manager!” Karen screamed.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Everyone turned around to glance at Luke, who’d appeared behind Simon. Karen took one look at Luke and the corners of her lips turned down.

Jace shuffled closer to Luke and quietly explained the situation.

Luke sighed and glanced at Karen. “Mam, we don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. Please leave.”

“And why should I take orders from…you?” Karen folded her arms and looked at Luke as though he was something disgusting.

“Okay, that’s it.” Simon said. “Get out.”

“Why should—?”

“Get out now. Or we will call the cops.” Jace said, shifting closer to Simon. He took Simon’s shaking hand into his behind the counter and Simon could breathe again.

“Fine!” The woman yelled, turning to march out. “But I’m leaving the worst review on Yelp!” She shouted before she left.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Jace mumbled, running his other hand through his hair.

“Why don’t you guys get going?” Luke suggested. “Your shift is almost over, anyway.”

“Luke, are you sure?” Simon asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, I got this.”

“Alright, then.” Simon removed his apron and Jace did the same.

The other customers kept staring at them as they left the store. Simon was fairly sure he’d see this event from their perspective on Tumblr or Twitter.

Simon breathed the cold night air in and leaned against the wall. Jace stood just in front of him, his eyes focused on him.

“Well, that was fucking awful.” Simon said. Jace nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to go get a drink?” Jace asked after a while.

Simon’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yes! I mean, uh, sure.” He tried and failed at not letting his glee show.

“Okay.” Jace smiled and held out his arm. Simon chuckled before taking it. “Let’s go.”

                                                           ~~~

Jace woke up in what was not his bed in what was not his room. He sat up in confusion and looked around. The room was a complete mess, with clothes and CDs lying everywhere. There were loads of posters on the walls and a picture of Simon and a red-haired girl on the nightstand.

Was it his girlfriend? Did Simon have a girlfriend?

More importantly, why was he in Simon’s bedroom? They hadn’t..…of course not. Jace was still wearing his clothes from last night.

“Oh, you’re up.” Jace looked up to see Simon in a band t-shirt and sweat pants, leaning against the doorframe. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Too loud.” Jace mumbled, rubbing his head. “Why am I here?”

“You got black-out drunk last night and I didn’t know where you lived and also I couldn’t just leave you in the club because bad things happen to pretty boys in clubs so I brought you here.” Simon said. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Jace tried hard not to concentrate on the fact that Simon called him pretty.

“Simon.” Jace licked his lips. “Last night. Did we—?”

“No.” Simon said firmly. “Like I said, you were black-out drunk.”

“Oh, okay.” Jace relaxed. He would’ve liked to remember if it had happened.

“So we don’t have work today or anything so do you wanna hang out?” Simon asked. “We could order in some pizza, watch some movies and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jace grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We’re gonna have to start with Star Wars though.” Simon said.

“Sounds good.” Jace nodded. “I’ve never seen it though.”

“I’m not even surprised.” Simon shook his head. “But it’s alright. I can show you a whole new world.”

“Don’t quote Aladdin at me.” Jace said, finally rolling out of bed.

“So you’ve seen Aladdin but not Star Wars.” Simon said. “You truly are a mystery, Mr.Lightwood.”

“Shut up.” Jace mumbled, smiling. “Where’s your bathroom? I wanna take a shower.”

“Oh, right.” Simon straightened up but not really. “Follow me.”

“I hope it won’t be as filthy as your bedroom.” Jace said as Simon opened the door. His apartment was slightly bigger than Jace’s.

“It won’t be as filthy as your mind.” Simon responded.

“I’m an angel.” Jace responded, looking around at the bathroom. It was fairly clean.

“Well, you definitely have the hair for it.” Simon said. “Oh, by the way, towels are inside and there’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. Oh and I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“Cool.” Jace said. “Thanks.”

Jace had just finished brushing his teeth when Simon returned with a bunch of clothes. He smiled at him in the mirror and Simon smiled back before leaving.

While he was in the shower, Jace tried and remembered some things from last night. He had drunk a lot but he never really was careful and also he was super pissed off with Karen, the straight white asshole.

He also remembered other things, like his arms around Simon’s waist as they danced and his lips ghosting over his neck. He remembered how many times they’d almost kissed but Simon kept stopping it, claiming Jace was too drunk. Maybe they had at the end. Who knows? Certainly not Jace.

He stepped out of the shower and dried off before pulling on the clothes Simon had left him. They fit him well but were probably a bit loose on Simon, which was adorable to him for some reason.

He got out of the bathroom and found Simon in the kitchen, with a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

And suddenly, he had to know.

“Simon.” He said, making the other boy glance at him. “Who’s the girl in the picture? On your nightstand?“

Simon gave him a disbelieving look. “Are you serious?”

“What?” Jace asked, starting to feel awkward.

“That’s Clary! You’ve seen her like a million times! She works at Garroway’s too and um, in case you didn’t know, she’s dating your sister.” Simon said.

“Oh.” Jace said. “Oh.”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Simon said, putting down the popcorn and rummaging in the cupboards.

Jace bit down on his lip. He had another question on his mind now.

“Simon.” He said. The other boy hummed in response.

“Simon.” He said again, making him turn around.

“What?” Simon asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Did I kiss you last night?”

“No.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. “But you can now if you want to.”

And so he did.

And it was a moment he would play over and over again in his head for days to come and something he would remember for the rest of his life.  

anonymous asked:

Percabeth 10 plz! Could you add some percababy(ies)? I can't get enough of the cuteness!!

“But I wanna sit with you and Uncle Grover!”

Annabeth smooths back Daisy’s hair in hopes of heading off the impending meltdown. The girl’s had a long day–between running around Camp in the hot summer sun for hours and trying to help with all aspects of set-up, and having herself primped and dressed and posed for pictures, and forgoing her afternoon nap to sneak into the Big House kitchen with her father to indulge in pre-wedding snacks–well, it’s no wonder she’s emotional.

But she’s got frosting all over her face, and five minutes to get her butt in line for the beginning of the ceremony. Annabeth intends to get her there.

“You were so excited to be a flower girl,,” she says after Percy escapes, managing to hike up the skirt of her dress and crouch down on the kitchen floor with her hugely swollen belly. She rubs her thumbs across Daisy’s cheeks. Her fingers come back sweet and yellow and sticky. “Don’t you want to stand with Aunt Katie when she gets married?”

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I will write you letters just because I’m old school and I want it to be personal. I will Show up with flowers if you had a hard day, or just  because you deserve them. I will Get you midol and candy when you get your period and hug you extra long, to try and take the pain away. I will be there for you when you need company on facetime and talk and sing your ear off. I will never get tired of talking to you because I enjoy it so much
I guess I will always have feelings for you and it’s more than a crush
—  It’s more than a crush @leighannelovestolaugh

Here’s my full piece for the Raven Cycle zine! I got the justice card, and it can mean being responsible for your actions and facing consequences. This made me think of Niall Lynch because he messed with a lot of dangerous people and was killed because of it, causing a lot of pain for Ronan and his family.

I didn’t want to make it look like I thought Niall deserved what happened to him though, so I used a scene where Ronan found him dreaming up a pile of flowers (it’s from the dream thieves I think???). Ronans memories of his father are some of my favourite scenes in the books so I really wanted to try to illustrate one. 

Thank you to everyone who bought a zine and supported this project, I got my copy the other day and its a beautiful book, and I love the stickers. If you would like a copy I think The Raven Arcana is going to be listing some artists who have extra copies for sale, and you can also still buy the digital version! 

madhousepan  asked:

Can you write a little fic about zukaang going to the Jasmine Dragon to have a tea date and Iroh being the biggest zukaang fan? Zukaang fluff would make me so happy rn

The small table already seemed crammed to capacity, but Uncle Iroh somehow managed to make room for another bowl of lotus root soup just at Zuko’s elbow. He had to push Zuko’s elbow off the table for it, of course, which interfered with Zuko’s hiding his blush in his hands, as he had been occupied with. 

Aang wasn’t sure if he felt embarrassed out of Zuko’s reaction or found it funny. Maybe a mixture of booth.  It certainly made him more aware of their situation, but, good tea and food, and a safe space to be themselves was certainly not something Aang was ready to turn his nose up at. 

“It smells great, Iroh,” he said with a wide smile, “thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Avatar,” Uncle Iroh responded with a small bow. “I see how much happiness you bring to my Zuko, and I want to repay that forward.”

Zuko’s face matched his robes. 

“We just said we wanted some tea, Uncle,” he said. “You didn’t have to close the whole shop!”

“Like a flower,” Uncle Iroh began, grinning, “love can blossom in even the smallest of crevasses. But, sometimes, a little extra room to grow is well appreciated.”

“Uncle!”

Aang felt a small, nervous turn in his stomach, but found himself laughing. He had come knowing that Uncle Iroh knew about his and Zuko’s relationship, yet it was still strange to have another reference it openly. Pointedly about it. 

He felt embarrassed and a little on the spot. And very normal. He appreciated that greatly. 

“And I find the best conversations happen over tea,” Uncle Iroh went on, bending over to pour the tea. Aang gave a small tap of thanks, grinning. Zuko’s taps seemed hard enough to break the table. 

“You are in happy space,” Iroh said, rising, placing a hand on either of their shoulders. “And, with good company.”

“Thanks, Iroh–”

“Yes–great–thank you, Uncle.”

“I will give you some privacy now,” Iroh said, gliding backwards to the door. If possible, Zuko turned even redder. “You don’t have to worry about anyone bothering you–or walking in. I will make sure to knock if I come back, give you time to prepare–”

“Uncle!”

“Have fun, kids–” And with that, and a painfully wide, knowing smile, he disappeared. 

Zuko’s face returned to his hands, too embarrassed to meet Aang’s eyes. Aang felt like laughing. 

“Sorry,” Zuko muttered. “I didn’t think he–I just wanted–”

“He’s always nice.”

“Too nice.”

“I don’t think you can be too nice.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Aang grinned, watching Zuko across the table. It was fair to say that there might be a bit too much on the table, between them, and he wasn’t sure if they really needed all the extra kneeling pillows Iroh brought them. But, for the first time in a long time, they were alone somewhere outside Zuko’s bedroom. Somewhere they could actually talk and just have some tea. 

“You know,” Aang said, smirking, “Iroh will never forgive you if you let your tea get cold.”

Zuko tossed his napkin at Aang. 

Aang laughed and leaned across their tiny table. His fingers found the side of Zuko’s tea cup and, with the fire bending Zuko had taught him, he heated the water inside until steam rose from it. Zuko’s lowered his hand to meet Aang’s at the cup. 

After the Fire Bending, Aang’s hands would be hot, scalding to another not accustomed to the heat of fire. Zuko’s fingers kissed over the tips of Aang’s, though, until he brought Aang’s hand to his mouth to kiss it there. 

“It’s not so bad having the whole shop to ourselves,” Aang offered. 

“No,” Zuko agreed, finally returned to a normal color, finally smiling. “I guess you’re right.”

They shared a small kiss before turning to their spread to share their tea. 

myotparmada  asked:

Okay, what's the deal with the whole Crosby got someone fired thing? Google wont help me :(

So, since I’ve got a couple people asking now I’ll give it a stab.

Therrien was the Penguins’ coach from 2005- mid 2009. As with any major coaching change, unless there’s a scandal to blame on anyone, it’s a lot of “We just felt it was time, a new direction was needed,” soft rhetoric and “yes we players were just SO surprised” after the firing so it’s hard to get the really good stuff on it.

As far as Therrien goes, what we do know, generally-speaking, is that he’s an authoritarian dick. My absolute least favorite kind of coach, both personally and as a psychologist who knows that sort of leadership has strength only in narrow circumstances and for a limited time and definitely doesn’t work best when you have unique stars instead of good soldiers. It’s the sort of style that produces some high results short-term but burns even the best people out after too long, and if I had to guess, I’d say that’s what happened.

(And while I don’t have sources handy, we know that he’s continuing the same shit in Montreal, doing things like trying to make PK play a completely different style to fit in, and (I think it was him, might’ve been other members of their shitty management) being shitty about Galchenyuk being abused by his gf and scolding him for embarrassing the team. And then there was tonight, him leaving his goalie out there to die a miserable humiliating career-damaging death on the ice like it’s some sort of character-building lesson… ugh)

Now, I obviously wasn’t yet a fan back in 05-09 (and other fans can maybe speak to the extra juicy bits), so I don’t have extra insight into the tone of things, or the nuances we can pick up from how games were played, how players were treated, and other details (sounds like there was stuff surrounding Flower? I’d love to hear more on that but I too don’t have anything concrete there), and because social media and such wasn’t really available for much more side conversations and unofficial opinions, but there are still remnants and whispers that I’ve heard about:

“Bylsma, hired on an interim basis but expected to coach at least the rest of the season, wants the Penguins to get back to utilizing their skill, speed and world-class players Crosby, Evgeni Malkin and goalie Marc-Andre Fleury"…"Therrien relied on a system in which every player, no matter his skill level offensively, was required to play tight defense, and there were rumblings in the dressing room that the players were no longer buying into the coach’s disciplinarian ways.”

 From <http://www.espn.com/nhl/news/story?id=3909857>

and

“"We were told to try and rediscover the fun and enjoy the game,” forward Miroslav Satan said of the message [brand new coach] Bylsma delivered at a 10 p.m. meeting last night"

From <http://triblive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/sports/penguins/s_611903.html>

Now, you don’t hire a coach who says shit like ‘rediscover the love of the game’ to try and get your team back on track and get them winning if there isn’t a SERIOUS issue with morale and buy-in in the locker room that you’re trying to address. And you’re not going to fire a coach you just signed for three more years because he’s pissing off your fourth line. You fire him because he’s lost the respect of your core.

Sid is waaaaay too well media trained to like, go off on some public rant about how he hates a guy, but if you have Sidney Crosby as your captain, and you’re not a complete fucking moron, you know that if Sid is done with a coach, then your team is done with that coach and it’s time to get someone new. And yeah, he’s coachable of course, but seriously, you don’t get to be Sidney Crosby by changing your style of play to suit the coach so I honestly don’t know why they thought that would be a good idea in the first place.

 "I want other teams to deal with our speed and skill,“ said Bylsma

From <http://triblive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/sports/penguins/s_611903.html>

This is, in my opinion, code for “Let Sid play Sid hockey”.

Someone yesterday asked Coach Sully something about whether or not Sid’s ridiculous “imma bank this shot off the boards in a tiny space behind a defenseman right to tanger like that’s a perfectly normal pass and then go to the net so he can bounce it in off my stick” play was something he’d authorized and Sully just kindof, looked at this guy like… you’re an idiot. And then proceeded to say what sounded to me a lot like code for “What we do is let Sid play, and my job is to build up a team that can support the style of him (and the other core guys like Geno and Tanger), so yeah, that was a cool play he did, wasn’t it?”

 But listen, this is all my conjecture, mostly, so take it for what you will.

anonymous asked:

So did either of you acknowledge that you gave her another origami flower? I'm dying at all this cuteness

fkadlfjad;lfkj ok here’s the rest of the story

so. i left the thing on her laptop and then i ran away went to eat lunch, so i didn’t get a chance to stick around and see how she reacted when she first saw it. but then later on my supervisor stopped me and was like “wow i saw the thing!!!” bc apparently flower girl was showing the thing to other people and telling them i made it for her (even though i didn’t like… leave a note or talk to her or anything, she knew)

and then she finished for the day and was doing some grocery shopping before she went home. i was bagging at the time so i was like “oh i hope she comes through my line this is good i can smile at her but i don’t really have to make a lot of conversation bc she’ll probably be talking to the cashier mostly,” but guess what!!!! as fate would have it, right before she was about to check out it was getting kind of busy so i was told to go open another register, and just as i was getting set up she was literally right in front of my aisle with her basket and was like heeeeyyy!!!

so obvs she came through my line, and immediately she was so excited about the thing i made her and she was talking about how my sup wanted one but then “i told her she’d have to advocate for herself & ask you to make her her own because i’m sure as hell not giving up mine!!” (i KNOW!!!!) and she actually had it in her hand and was taking it home with her. and then we just talked about food and stuff (lmao i work in a grocery store, all we ever talk about is food) and anyways i was Normal and not awkward and we smiled at each other a lot and there was a lot of eye contact and it was nice.

and i think—i THINK—she knows that i like her, like she MUST right??? i am the least subtle person when it comes to gay thirst, it’s a problem. i mean i guess all of this could sort of be construed as platonic… just like… a gal… making paper roses for a pal…… but idk there was a lot of eye contact going on as i was checking her out (heh) & i’m really maybe trying to Go For It (in like… an 8th grade flirting kind of way). plus my instagram is literally just portraits of fictional lesbians & i have rainbows coming out of my ass so she must at least know that i’m gay.

i mean the straight people i work with literally see the rainbow sticker on my water bottle and the rainbow pins on my backpack and my converses w the rainbow soles and still have NO CLUE and don’t realize i’m not straight (???? how???? i guess it just never occurs to them because?? heteronormativity??? they’re literally like “omg your shoes are cute i want to get a pair” and every time i want to be like nnNNO. these are not!! for!! you!!!). but anyways flower girl is def not straight and she also has rainbows coming out of her ass so i’m sure if i clocked her she must have clocked me right???

oh OH also back to storytime. my friend told me that apparently as i was going out to get carts (this was right after i came back from lunch so she already had the flower i made her but we hadn’t acknowledged it yet) flower girl looked up from her work (she’s very focused when she works it’s cute) and turned her head to watch me walk out the door so………… idk what that means. i mean i’m literally always watching her walk away, apparently it’s getting really obvious and people make fun of me for it all the time. but yeah she watched me walk away. SO. there’s that.

anyways we’re both working again tomorrow, she’s opening and i’m not scheduled until 11 but i think i might come in a few hours earlier and just set up shop with my laptop and try to make some progress on some artwork or something. i mean i definitely have to come in earlier anyways bc i still can’t drive myself and 11am is an inconvenient time for other people who don’t work random hours. but i might come in extra early like at 8 or something so i can just… sit at a table facing the flower booth and pretend to Do Stuff but actually just watch her work for 3 hours lmao i’m a MESS

How to: Organize your Desk / Studyspot

Since I find it really important to have a Place where you can enjoy studying, I collected some tips that may help you with your Desk organization :)

  1.  Get rid of everything that can distract you ! And with everything I mean every-thing ( Phone,Magazines,Books,Papers,…)
  2. You need enough light and fresh air ! Try to move your desk as close as possible to your window. ( Add extra lights if it’s still not bright enough -> Ikea has nice desk lamps)
  3. Place all your Supllies (markers,sticky notes,etc.) on/next to your desk!
  4. Try to store ALL your needed Books/ Lectures as close as possible so you won’t get the chance to get distracted while looking for them !
  5. WATER WATER WATER! Store a bottle of water on your desk - you and your brain will need it :)
  6. Add little things that you like to have around you:

        - I like to light some candles

        - Pictures and motivating Quotes

        - Flowers are always a nice idea :))

-> You should organize it the way you have the most free space to work on

**Note: These are just things I’m enjoying so far you don’t have to go for all of them !:)

I hope this post helps you out like it does for me! If you have questions or suggestions for a new post you can always message me :)

Happy Studying Friends !x 

Her Favorite Criminal:Chapter 3

Her jacket was on his couch in a messy heap. She had tossed it there carelessly minutes earlier along with her holster. She wouldn’t need it now. Kagami’s hands were on her shoulders, rubbing circles into her flesh, tracing the pattern of her muscles further down her back.

Sakura felt the sight leave her lips before she knew what she was doing. She bit back the moan and closed her eyes, content to let her former partner use his hands on her body however he saw fit. She trusted him for this, even as his hands edged deeper and deeper.

Her teeth locked onto her lower lip and stayed there, holding back the moan she wanted to let go. This was all she wanted. No more reports, no more work, just…fun.

“That’s enough uncle, you’re making it gross.”

Kagami looked up from Sakura’s back and smirked. “You’re jealous you don’t get these anymore, or do you wish you were the one who actually knew how to perform a halfway decent massage on our favorite Sakura blossom.”

Sakura looked up from her folded arms and glared over her shoulder at Kagami. “Who said you could stop? I still have knots.”

“As you wish, princess,” the older Uchiha laughed before kissing the back of her head.

Shisui scowled, but made room on a spare chair for himself as he resolved to stay with Sakura while his uncle teased him mercilessly. It was so easy to misinterpret those sounds she made from his office and it drove him insane if left up to his imagination.

“You shouldn’t even still be here, Sakura,” Shisui began, convinced to not make his presence in her room weird. “You’ve been working double shifts with Sasuke, boy wonder, just because he has issues compensating for something.”

Sakura didn’t look up from her arms when she replied. “I don’t mind.”

“I mind. Does he not care what he’s doing to your health?”

“Shisui, I’m on the police force, my health is not a primary concern, otherwise I would have been a secretary.”

Kagami made a dismissive sound behind her as he found a knot and worked it over. Sakura bit her lip and kept her head down as the pressure turned nearly uncomfortable.

“My most favorite nephew is right, you’re overworked. And I know you don’t want anyone taking it easy on you because you are a girl, there’s only so much you can do with a human body, regardless of sex or gender. You’re going to need a break sooner or later.”

“Are you lecturing Sasuke like this?”

Shisui snorted. “No one here cares about that prick enough. We’re happy enough to let him learn the hard way the importance of taking a rest every now and then. I just don’t want to see him drag you down with him. I think even Itachi would kill him if you got hurt because of Sasuke’s stubbornness.”

“I’m resting and relaxing now, aren’t I?”

Kagami huffed angrily, pausing in his work. “A ten minute tune up with me is no such thing. I’m not even using any of my oils or proper treatments. You said you wanted something quick.”

“We’re getting briefed at noon.”

“You just got off the night owl shift.”

Sakura yawned into her arms before looking up at Shisui’s shocked expression. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ve known you to pull a triple every now and then. Besides, after the brief I’m heading home as soon as Obito gives his presentation.”  

“Speaking of Sasuke…where is he?” Kagami asked.

Sakura murmured something that sounded like ‘I don’t know’ into her arms before lifting her head. “It’s my time to summarize a brief for our team. He went home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Shisui hissed, nearly standing up in his anger. “How does he rate? You were both at the last briefing.”

“Yeah, it was his turn, but it was about a case I was angling so I wanted to be there to hear it for myself. He takes the worst notes.”

“So, because he does a shit job you end up covering extra slack,” Shisui dryly summarized, looking ready to throttle his younger cousin the next time they met.

There were few people that could get Shisui so genuinely annoyed as quickly as Sasuke Uchiha. Not only was he a pretentious child that annoyed Shisui whenever he came over to play with Itachi, but Sasuke also had the stupidly good fortune of securing Sakura freaking Haruno as a partner.

The fact that she had feelings for him was little less than secret as far as eligible Uchiha men were concerned. The fact that Sasuke didn’t return the feelings made a lot of other Uchiha feel like Sasuke was making a waste out of his good fate. Shisui was inclined to think something more along the lines of it all being fine in the end. It was Sasuke’s choice, and his decision to squander the girl’s affection did nothing but make it easier for someone else to come in and look impressive. 

Since last year’s undercover wedding operation it seemed like any potential romance between the two of them was improbable and Shisui felt inclined to not encourage Sakura’s feelings any more if Sasuke passed up on indulging her. Thankfully, Sakura seemed to recover with time.

Sasuke did a lot of annoying things, but the worst was how little he seemed to notice Sakura’s needs or value the contributions he took for granted from her. He even forgot her birthday last year. They had been practically raised together and he still missed her birthday.

“If you need to, you could always partner up with me again,” Kagami chuckled. “I’m sure Obito wouldn’t mind the extra company.”

“How is Obito doing? I haven’t seen him recently. If you think I’m burning the candle at both ends you need to take a second look at that guy.”

“Hmm, one of his informants, a PI has been having some pretty nasty breaks. Great for us, terrible for the PI and his six recovering gunshot wounds.”

Sakura hissed, reminding herself to send flowers to Kakashi. The old goat refused to die, but she worried nevertheless. Being a former officer, he was a quick wit with minor difficulties in respecting chains of authority. The PI gig was pretty recent.

“Who’s in the hallway?” Sakura mumbled.

Kagami paused on her back and Shisui sat up, hearing the running feet as well. Seconds later one of the younger officers staggered in. “The briefing just got moved up, there’s been a development!”

“What sort?” Shisui asked, already standing.

The younger officer stammered before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the crumpled sticky note. “Something about a Kabuto sighting.”

Kagami felt Sakura jerk under him and wanted nothing more than to force her down and make her sleep, because he knew once she heard that name there was nothing that could hold her back. He held onto her as she sat up and glared like some mythic demon.

“Where?” she demanded in a low growl.

“L-local.”

Sakura pushed Kagami off and reached for her holster and jacket. There was no way she was going to rest now that she’s heard that name.

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My beard is finally coming in!!! Also you guys are going to have to excuse my face in the first pic in case it wasnt obvious by how much I’m squinting it was rly sunny that day but yoo I still kinda like these developed photos so imma post em’ regardless. Also peep the flower in my hair, pressed it once I got home from uni

I’m doing commissions!!!

Right now I’m stuck with a lot of things going on and stuff I need/want to order and money I need to save. For some background, I’m an 18 year old lesbian girl who has an endless list (more like just 3) mental disabilities, which makes it a little harder for me to get motivated to find a job. However, I do have a passion for art and I believe I am very good at it!! The prices I have now are the cheapest they will ever be, though I’m unsure of when I’ll raise the prices, anyone who wants something guaranteed from me should commission me now. My prices are down below

Any extra character can range from 2 to 10 dollars extra. and I only take USD on paypal!

I will draw literally anything you want, including nsfw things (those however have an extra $5 fee). You can see some of my nsfw art here

I do maintain my right to reject anything you ask me to draw that would make me uncomfortable.

If you are unable to buy anything from me you can still reblog this so other people can see and I have a better chance of selling. Thank you for coming down this far and reading!!!

a few tips for the witch on a budget:
  • dollarstore, dollarstore, DOLLARSTORE! they have so much stuff - herbs, jars, incense, flower seeds gardening tools, rocks, sand, candles… I could go on and on. the dollar store will be your best friend! so what if its not fancy stuff, it still works! 
  • utilize plants and flowers native to your area: they will be readily available in forests, rivers, parks, etc. there are lots of powerful things around that you may not even realize
  • sigils! theyre so easy and really don’t require extra purchases here is a really good tutorial on how to make them, and then you can activate them in any way you wish (burn them, erase them, rip up the paper, wash the sigil away, etc.)
  • instead of buying a tarot deck, download an app - theres lots of good ones out there that are available for free! (I use golden thread tarot) 
  • you dont need fancy crystals or altars or herbs or tarot decks or anything really. all you need is you! remember that your power comes from within you and it is stronger the more you access it. Tools simply enhance that, however they are not necessary to witchcraft. You are the magic :) 
BIGBANG | You Give Them Flowers

Anonymous said:

Vixx and Bigbang reaction to you (s/o) giving them flowers? (instead of it being the other way around)


G Dragon/Jiyong: 
“Jagi that’s so…wait…I’m the one supposed to giving you flowers,” he said becoming confused, “Today is an important day an I forgot about it didn’t I?”

“No…I just got you flowers…cause sometimes you just need flowers,” you said.

*still confused by your reasoning, he’s convinced he forgot an important date*

Originally posted by jiyongs

T.O.P./Seunghyun:
He’d get a little extra when you brought him flowers. “AAAAAH”

“Why are you yelling?!” you questioned, looking at a now smiley Seunghyun.

“You’re too cute jagi, I just had to let out my excitement.”

Originally posted by gdtopdream

Taeyang/Youngbae:
“What’d you do?” he questioned looking at the flowers suspiciously.

“Excuse you, can I not just bring my boyfriend flowers?” you questioned.

“Oh how the tables have turned,” he said, a smile appearing on his face.

“What……..oh you little shit,” you said, realizing what he did.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Daesung:
You had to go on a business trip so you decided to turn the tables on Dae. While he was back in Seoul and you were out of the country, you had flowers delivered to YG like he would have delivered to your work.

“My jagi loves me so much….guys look at the flowers that Y/N got me!” he said, dancing around in excitement while the guys recorded it to send to you.

Originally posted by daesungstrash

Seungri:
“When you said to expect something to be delievered today, I didn’t expect this,” he said, looking at the ginormous basket of flowers.

“Is it too much?” you questioned, wondering if you made the right choice.

“I have no idea where I’m going to put them…but I like it either way,” he replied with a smile.

Originally posted by sevnghyuns

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The Meaning of Flowers… part 6

A/N: What started as a completed 5-chapter story about Niall Breslin and an OFC, has morphed into something much longer.  First it was an extra drabble that I posted a few months ago and now it’s a few additional parts, almost 15K words and still going. 

The content is still mature (ie: they have sex) and in all the chapters going forward anxiety will be featured. I feel very strongly about making this story as realistic as possible, meaning it’s not all sunshine and flowers (excuse the pun), but there’s something to be said for telling the stories that our characters ask us to tell. This is one of them. I hope you enjoy. Much love. 

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Loving yourself, the answer to every failed relationship. When they said that you’ve hurt them, you did. Accept it, see it, apologize with more than words, show them your mistake. Show them you understand their pain. Love yourself enough to apologize wholeheartedly and proceed to make amends because apologies aren’t just I’m sorry’s and a fucking hug. Apologies are looking at where you hurt them and paying extra attention to yourself and to never repeat the scars and never shove that knife back in when they handed it to you. Love yourself enough to love them, that’s how it should be. Respect yourself enough to show them the lightness is still in your heart even if darkness is all you’ll ever see. I promise, you just have to keep believing.
—  How can I ever expect to heal by your hands if I can’t touch my body with my own? - @papers-flowers