huge pots

Gardener AU!! 

(I’m a bad writer, but if you’re interested in some rambling, read more)

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Eat Jin: A Private Viewing (M) // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by fawnave

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.

Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.

A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!

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Sutures and Stitches Pt. 3

→ angst, fluff, action, mature (mentions of blood/wounds, medical jargon), smut in future chapters
→ hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N, bestfriends!au
→ It was your secret that your best friend was a hitman, and his secret that his best friend was a girl who was currently $200k in debt and working 80 hours a week saving people. But it worked out somehow.
part 1 | part 2

How was it that the two people with the most secrets became best friends? 


A/N: thank you everyone for your encouraging comments! heres pt 3! 

And especially thank you to Lu (@nottodayjeon), Lex (@taeuclid), and Alexus (@duck-bonpedro) for taking time out of their day to help me figure out this chapter and the entire storylineeeeee you guys are beautifulllll <3 

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TalesFromThePizzaGuy: Miscellaneous stories about my time as a delivery driver.

I delivered for two separate businesses in two separate towns nearly a decade ago. Nothing mind blowingly interesting to report, but I do have a few decent stories.

TL;DR: Smoked some weed, almost died, wrecked and abandoned a shitty car, pissed off a skateboarder, touched a butt, killed a deer.

Story one: Took an order to a house on the outskirts of town. Delivery instructions were to go to the garage. Get to the garage, it’s a man-cave of sorts. Customer is a 30-something dude, clearly stoned. Immediately notice a joint sitting on the table. As he hands me the money he says “Money’s a little tight right now, wish I could tip you more, man.” I point to the joint and reply, “No worries. You could burn that with me.” He goes “Oh shit! I thought I put everything away!” We have a good laugh, we smoke the doob, he ends up pulling a huge bag of pot out of the fridge and sells me an 8th. Good times!

Story Two: Had a driver in the oncoming lane fail to yield and turned left right in front of me. Wish I had a dashcam because I pulled the most epic evasive maneuver of all time, avoiding a serious collision by a matter of inches. Words cannot do this moment justice. It’s one of the proudest moments of my life.

Story Three: Same town, a few weeks later. Wasn’t super familiar with this town, hadn’t lived there long, had been GPSing every address. This particular order was to an apartment complex I had been to a few times, and I knew there was a shortcut through the mall parking lot. It was dark and raining that night. I attempted to take the shortcut. Noticed a few seconds too late that I was barreling into the dead end of a 3 way intersection. Tried to brake and steer out of the way, but hit a curb at a roughly 45 degree angle going around 30mph. Completely obliterated my front passenger side tire and wheel. Had the car towed to a shop. Spent two hours the next day at a pull-and-pay junkyard trying to find a replacement wheel. Took it to the shop. Wrong size. Two more hours at the junkyard. Back to the shop. Wheel fits but the collision bent my control arm. Tire would rub against the inside of the wheel well whenever I turned left. Horrible screeching noise at all times. The wheel literally fell off while I was driving it a few weeks later. Grabbed all my valuable belongings (which included a guitar + small amplifier), called my friends to come get me and started walking. Left the car there, never saw it again.

Story Four: New town, new business. Some teenager seemingly on purpose flung his skateboard into the road as I was driving by. Ran it over, broke the deck in half. Yelled “dumbass!” out the window and kept driving. I get back from my next delivery and the kid and his mom are standing in the lobby yelling at the manager. They’re accusing me of running it over on purpose. Demanding a new skateboard. I was agitated by the lack of honesty and sense of entitlement so I reply, “what if I need new tires? You gonna pay for those?” She didn’t like that very much. Rest of the details are hazy, but the owner ended up buying the kid a new skateboard. The kid came out ahead on that because he only needed a deck but got a whole setup.

Story Five: One of the servers lived in a neighborhood about half a mile away from the store. We had a little fling. If she wasn’t working, I’d routinely stop by her house on my way back from a delivery and fool around for a bit. Good times!

Story Six: Hit a deer on the way to some apartment complex. Two lane highway, busy traffic in both directions. Had somebody tailgating me pretty hard. No idea how the deer even got half way across the road, but he came from the left. Clipped his back legs pretty square as he was jumping across the road, he spun at least 720 degrees through the air and landed on the shoulder. Just kept driving, didn’t even touch my brakes. Had to look hilarious from the guy behind me’s perspective. Pizza guy is on a mission! Get to the delivery, my grill is destroyed. Deer fur stuck in my hood. Pieces of my bumper hanging on by a thread. Got a decent tip. Filed a police report. Insurance ended up doing roughly $3000 worth of body work, I didn’t have to pay a dime.

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By: Wolfanini

it-jez  asked:

Team-45? Maybe after they all catch space flu.

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!



This was probably inevitable.

With the number of disasters they responded to, it wasn’t really a surprise that the team ended up running into a lot of injury and disease.  Even with the advanced technology of many of the species they encountered, some things couldn’t be fully prevented.  After all, even the pods couldn’t curse illness, only injury.

Shiro was the first to get it.  It was just a little sniffle, he’d thought.  A stuffy head.  Barely even a cold: maybe he was just allergic to something around here.  No big deal.

It had been so minor he’d barely mentioned it.  Until Lance had started to sniffle next, and Hunk made and went through a huge pot of tea all by himself.

Soon all of the humans were done with what was essentially a nasty cold: strong enough to keep them from using Voltron if it wasn’t an emergency, but not bad enough to mean they needed constant medical attention.

Allura took about an hour to get fed up with the sick paladins, and instead dumped them all in the rec room with enough snacks, drinks and games to get them through a siege.  She told them to call her in case of an emergency, then left them to suffer together.

She had not been amused when Lance had immediately paged her for ‘the good snacks.’

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Protective spells that people who love Jack Zimmermann placed in his new appartment

There’s a painting by Lardo hanging on the living room wall. Doesn’t look like anything specific but she mixed magic in the colors. Jack still hasn’t quite figured what it’s supposed to do yet, but he trusts Lardo.

Everything Bitty does to the kitchen. Put love and protection into kitchen, put it into food, your hockey player will eat them and bring it with him all day long. If your hockey player can’t eat your food, write him post-its. Bitty is efficient and will cover all angles. He “forgets” clothes and flash cards so he can leave a bit of his protection in that apartment.

Alicia gave him his baby pictures. They’re awkward but the magic is strong. She also helped chose the painting of the walls, and it’s the same kind they had in his first house, so it does feel a bit like home.

Bad Bob is not subtle. He gave him the pool table. It’s a strong protection spell, it radiates calm and serenity and kinda helps with Jack’s anxiety, but man it takes a lot of space.

Shitty is even LESS subtle. He gave him a huge potted cactus. Jack is not sure it has any powers. Jack is not sure Shitty even HAS powers.

Ransom is efficient, he gave Jack a first aid kit as a housewarming gift. It’s laced with instinctive knowledge of what to use and how, and a layer of calm in emergency situations. Holster gave him a boxed season of Breaking Bad. No magic.

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In Milan, in the former industrial district of Via Savona, the loft -home and workshop- of Antonino Sciortino.

As he defines himself, the creative artisan Antonino Sciortino, lives and works  in this stunning converted space immersed in greenery. The two-floor loft is hidden behind a corten sheet that leads to an astonishing garden, with jasmines, medlar trees, pots of huge cacti and tropical plants, and colored iron furniture, made by the blacksmith -artist. The living room is flooded with light from the large windows and, on the concrete floor, customized furniture is combined with design icons, such as Castiglioni’s Arco lamp and Eames’ Lounge Chair and vintage pieces. The  staircase is an aerial structure that fits the environment as a sculpture: suspended from the ceiling by thin iron rods, it is made with steps created by retrieving the wood of an old mahogany table. Recently the loft has been renovated and reduced to obtain another apartment: form the maxi space of the past, the current versionmturns out smaller, more private and intimate.

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for the awesome @dresupi , because she’s awesome and amazing :)
(I know Quicktaser is your jam but I can’t do it so yeah, next best thing?)

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“The girl isn’t sleeping.”

Darcy raised her head from the magazine she was reading and followed Dr Cho’s gaze.

Wanda Maximoff was in her brother’s room, and they were talking and chuckling quietly in a language she couldn’t understand. Sokovian was something she’d never studied, but she supposed she’d have to fix that; if Nat loved it when she understood and spoke Russian with her, it was only logical that they’d appreciate another conversation partner too (she didn’t count Clint, he spoke like fifty languages to her seven and took great pleasure in showing it off).

At first glance there was absolutely nothing wrong with Wanda; she was smiling softly and her brother was animated and laughing as much as he could while pinned to a bed (forced bed rest must be painful for a speedster), but then her eyes lingered on the lines of the other woman’s face. She had dark circles under her eyes that Darcy wouldn’t have otherwise noticed and her face pinched at the strangest of times.

Darcy looked back at the doctor.  “These are some dark circles, but Steve didn’t report anything about a slower performance than usual? I mean, wouldn’t they have noticed if she hadn’t slept in days?”

Her brother must had noticed for sure such a thing. Then again, they could have had the discussion already and he was letting it go, judging by the looks he shot her when she wasn’t looking.

Dr Cho pursed her lips. “Maybe, but she’s not getting enough sleep, that’s for sure.” She left soon after, back to her rounds.

Darcy went back to her magazine, but every now and then she’d raise her eyes and stare at the girl.

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On Feb 8, ironically while I was writing about the blue winter skies of Japan, the meteorological agency in Japan issued a “severe snow storm warning” for Tokyo, urging residents to stay indoors, while outside more than 20cm of snow piled up, apparently the most snow Tokyo has seen in the last half decade. While many were stuck at the airport or on closed roads, it was actually quite picturesque if you were in central Tokyo (and your heating was working). At about 2pm I took my camera & started trudging through quiet streets, enjoying the really unique atmosphere, and taking pictures until my hands froze. More snow fell on Feb 14th, but by then Beat & I were up north, chasing each other through the knee-deep powder and down the slopes of Mt. Niseko-Annupuri… bliss :)

anonymous asked:

So is Louis gonna set his alarm for an early wake up this Friday morning, make himself a huge pot of tea and snuggle into the corner of their soft sofa to listen to his boy-wonder chat about music and life?

[choked sob] yes. yes he is.

Woozi/OFC: Vilified, a Hogwarts!AU

Word Count: 4031

Genre: Flangst/Romance

Characters: Lee Jihoon/OFC, Soonyoung, Minghao, Chan + various

Prompt: @forgetnone, “ Can u do an HP AU with woozi and ofc? something suggestive but fluff-ish? For ie. OFC ruining a potion and woozi fixing it or something like teaching each other spells and stuff?” 

SVT Hogwarts!AU: Vernon, Mingyu

She would like to say it was the beginning of her end, but in Jihoon’s case, there was no such thing as an end date.

After the Hate Potion Stunt, he should’ve definitely been behind some sort of theoretical bars. Detention, indefinite removal of his Quidditch team, or even banned from weekend Hogsmeade trips, but no. All he got was a couple house points docked off, and her. She couldn’t tell whether having him as a tutor was a blessing in disguise, or a curse waiting to be casted.

She supposed it was a little of both.

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