i was a chef at this tea

How come reading tea leaves is seen as this sophisticated, witchy thing but if I slam dunk an open can of Chef Boyardee ravioli onto the pavement in the gas station parking lot to see what kind of soda the old ones think I should buy, foodstuff divination suddenly isn’t cool anymore?

  • Azriel looks to the camera: it was a pretty chill day. I went on a walk. Feyre was painting. Rhys was watching Feyre paint. I don't think Feyre noticed tho. Amren was attempting to eat normal food since she used to only drink blood. It didn't go so well for the chef. Nesta and Cassian were doing the usual. Fucking and arguing. Mor went shopping and was being really friendly to the girl who helped her out. Wonder what that was about? Elain baked some cookies. Lucien was talking to her, so I punched him. Then he went to his room cause he was in pain. So then I helped Elain in her garden. And when we went to drink tea on the porch, we heard Rhys and Feyre banging, so I took her to my special quiet spot by a lake. Like I said, pretty chill day.
Completed Kdramas.

Kdramas I’ve completed *In order of how I watched them!* and how I rate them..chat me up about ANY drama listed, or recommend more! :) **SOME CONTAIN SLIGHT SPOILERS!**

1. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon– 10/10 **This was my introduction to the amazing world of kdrama, and oh boy did it hook me!! The chemistry between Bo Young and Hyung Sik will forever be etched into my brain!

2. The Heirs– 8/10 **The most compelling thing in this show for me was Kim Woo Bin.  This was my first intro to second male lead syndrome.

3. Hwarang– 7/10 **Not gonna lie, started this because of Kim Taehyung, and happily finished it because the drama brought more than I expected.  It was slow in places, but wrapped up well.

4. High Society– 5/10 ** Not my cup of tea to be honest…I much preferred the second leads’ relationship over the first leads’.  Even Park Hyungsik wasn’t enough to keep me enthralled…this was a drama I completed just to get it over with.

5. Oh My Ghostess– 10/10. PARK BO YOUNG IS DAEBAK! I seriously love this woman…she was able to portray two distinct personality types, sometimes nearly simultaneously. Also, Jo Jung-suk as Chef Kang made my heart race!

6. Healer– 9/10 ** This would have gotten a ten had they wrapped up the loose ends a little better, alas, they did not…Also, this was my introduction to Ji Chang Wook.  His character is just amazing and JCW depicts him so well!

7. Emergency Couple– 10/10 **This is still one of my favorites.  I liked the progression between Chang Min and Jin Hee, and how it wasn’t an immediate reconciliation when they met back up.  They both had themselves to find and were mature (most of the time) about giving eachother the space needed to make it work.

8. Weight-lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo– 10/10. **I loved everything about this drama. The story line, the actors, the chemistry between the leads, and I really loved Ji Il-joo as Joo-hyuk’s best friend :)

9. She Was Pretty 7/10 ** CHOI SI-WON!!! Kim Shin Hyeok is my favorite character in all of dramaland…unfortunately he was second male lead, and my favorite part about the drama.  All of the actors portrayed their characters well, I just didn’t connect with many of them throughout the whole show.

10. Fated to Love You 8/10 ** There were times when Gun was literally too much to handle..Also, episode 12 made me take a break from kdramas for a while and reflect on my life choice to become addicted to something like kdramas.  Before this episode I realized that I really was spoiled in the shows I watched not having scenes that literally made my heart feel constricted the way this one did.

11. To the Beautiful You– 7/10 ** I liked the show overall, but thought that Sulli would never pass as a male… to me she still screamed female while dressed and living as a male. Kang Ha-Neul was the shinning point for me :)

12. Angel Eyes– 7/10 ** KANG HA-NEUL! :)  The show was predictable at times which made it kind of drag on in places, and the female lead was frustrating af, but I enjoyed it overall.  Although the teenage years were only in a few episodes (and then some flashbacks) I think the pairing was much more endearing than the adults.  I also really liked the chemistry between Kang Ha-nuel and Name Ji-Hyun

13. Doctors– 6/10** Not my cup of tea….Park Shin Hye was great, but it was kind of boring to me..The guest starring of Ji Soo was nice though :)

14. Shopping King Louie– 9/10. I LOVED this drama.  I thought the character of Louie was endearing in how he didn’t understand much of the outside world (being rich and all) and relied on Bok-Shil to basically survive. Again, loved Nam Ji-Hyun in this.

15. Pinocchio– 8/10 **HELLO LEE JONG-SUK! :) My favorite thing, other than watching the evolution of the leads’ relationship was watching the relationship between Dal-po and his brother, Jae-Myung.  I think the character development of Jae-Myung felt the most real to me.  How circumstances turned him into a killer and how he handled the aftermath of that, letting Dal-po settle things legally.

16. W (Two Worlds)– 8/10 **Back to back Lee Jong-Suk.  I liked the complexities of this drama. There were times when I really wasn’t sure what was coming next and the suspense kept me returning to my computer as soon as possible to finish it!

17. Marriage, Not Dating– 8/10 **Not gonna lie, the more I watching this, the more I WANTED To hate it, but I didn’t.  I’m not sure why I wanted to…I think it became semi predictable and some of the characters were hard pills to swallow, but damnit I was rooting so hard for Gi-tae and Jang-mi until the very end.

18. Love From Another Star 10/10 ** Let me count the ways…This was so endearing, and funny, and melancholic, and in places, SO FUCKING SAD. I will happily admit I cried, and when I inevitably watch it again, I’ll cry again.


By: CloudyGyeom

Prompt: “This is my word and my word is law.”

Summary: Where Yugyeom must become king after the remaining heirs have been murdered. King!Yugyeom —smut

Author’s Note: Very loosely – I emphasize the word loose – based on the legend of Heo Hwang-Ok and the Joseon Dynasty.


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anonymous asked:

Do you know what's good!? Gladio putting Prompto on his shoulders so he can see over a crowd and snap pics. Noctis using Prom's lap as a pillow and Prompto absently running his fingers through Noct's hair. Ignis and Prompto going shopping together cuz they can both spot bargains from miles away and they enjoy eachother's company-Tea

Let’s expand on this with even more platonic nerdy things that these boys do!

  • Noctis taking Prompto’s hand whenever they’re in a large crowd of people because he knows how insecure Prompto gets in large groups because of his claustrophobia. He makes sure never to let go until he knows that Prompto’s okay and his anxiety is calmed down, much to Prompto’s relief and comfort.
  • Prompto always being Gladiolus’s hype man when it comes to the bodyguard’s workout routine. Nobody cheers as loud or as hard as Prompto does, and Gladiolus gets embarrassed in competitions when he just hears Prompto chanting, ‘G-L-A! D-I-O! Get it together and beat that hoe!’ He never gets to finish that chant before Ignis muffles his mouth.
  • Gladiolus always taking time to cater to Ignis when the grumpy and over-worked advisor demands a back rub. So Gladiolus lays Ignis down and sits on his thighs as he rubs the poor strategist’s back and afterwards making Ignis a cup of his favorite coffee. A moment of rest for Ignis, because he definitely needs it.
  • Ignis noting that Noctis is prone to fall into fatigue and stasis quite often, so he always makes sure he has some sort of emergency kit ready for the prince as needed. It always includes a potion, some water, and a few of Noctis’s favorite candy and protein bars, just in case the prince’s blood sugar dropped after working so hard.
  • Noctis and Gladiolus sneaking off because they heard a rumor about some sort of monster in the area they ‘conveniently’ decided to stop and camp in. A majority of the time, it’s just urban legends of ghosts, but there’s a good amount of times where it turns out it was a real daemon. It’s a hell of the fight, but Noctis laughs and jumps on Gladiolus every victory.
  • Gladiolus and Prompto making it their point to play Rock, Paper, Scissors whenever they have something they have to do. Whether it’s over chores, errands, or other silly things, they always bicker about it with Rock, Paper, Scissors. Until Gladiolus one day decided to play Paper and smack Prompto upside the head, because he’s not doing the damn dishes again.
  • Prompto one day asking Ignis how to cook, and Ignis teaching Prompto what he knew in little steps. They make it a goal to cook together at least once a week, and Ignis watches as Prompto grows as an uprising culinary chef. Prompto usually only makes cookies or fancy sandwiches, but he still tries, and Ignis is proud of Prompto for trying.


When u gon eat dat good good, be sure to compliment the chef ;)

Bum sniff ya feet
Chrome flick the chief
Bone Apple Tea
Phone Apple Feet
Great Barrier Reef
Call me Gour on ram see
Bong Asshole sneeze
Blind Refugees
Bone App the Teeth
Lone Stab a Chief
Mom Tap the Beef 
Bone Cap the Tweet
Bob Ate the Meat
Bonjour Sewing Kit
Chef Boiled Tee
Bone Altitude
Flown Half a Beet
Boner Ankle Three
Bone Ate da Teeth
Boing Application
Kick Out the Teeth
Ron Cracked the Sleep
Blonde Amputee
Boneless Feet
Mom I have fleas
Bony African Feet
Bamboozle Chief Keef
Bone Ape Tit
Phone Apple Jeans 
Bone Appdta Teat
Both Hat and Feet 
Bomb the Japanese
Bone in my Cheek
Bench a Plate and Ski
Bangin Apple Geese
Pianos Become the Teeth
Bone Ate the Toot
Chef Boy Yard Tea
Bang a Pianos Teeth 
Boner Halloween
Bode of the Teeth
Bad Credit Score
Benjamin the tenth
Bone Appidtitty
Boner Petite
Spicy Chicken Meat
Bramley Apple Tea
Scone App the Beef
Blonde Apple Trees
Born with no Teeth
Bone Smack my Teeth

Bosnia Apathy

Bow at the tree

Now at the sea
Bone apple cheese
Bow Snapple please
Joan play the keys
Wow imma sneeze
Joe eat the leaves
So how is he

The View From Here - Ch 1

Ok. So here is the next part! If you want to reread or you missed the first piece, here is a link to that :)

TVFH Prologue

Next Chapter

Please give love to @didsomeonesayprince who is a huge chunk of this getting done!

Roman sighed and looked over at his phone again. He knew he should have taken the cute guy’s number rather than just giving him his. He was obviously the impulsive one of the two. He did kiss him after all… But Virgil was the one who valiantly came to his rescue. Oh well. Maybe he read the situation wrong. He could have just been trying to help him out, not actually interested in him… Oh well.

/What is wrong with you? Just do it. Why are you like this? You obviously care about him? You were willing to potentially get yourself punched over him./

Virgil paced around his room before throwing himself on the bed. Was he supposed to text him so soon? It was only last night… But.. Roman had to be into him? He had kissed him after all. But they had been drinking. Maybe it was just that they were tipsy. Maybe he regretted it… Maybe…

He stared at his phone. Well. One thing was certain. Roman didn’t even have his number. So… He couldn’t be sure what the other was thinking since he had no way to contact him. So… Roman could turn him down himself if he wanted. He picked up his phone and scrolled to the contact that Roman had made.

The phone suddenly buzzed and it was instantly in Roman’s hand.

*Unknown Contact* Hey, It’s Virgil. Here’s my number… If you want it.

Roman smirked but also felt a bit sad. That explained a lot. That poor… little? nervous baby.

🌟Roman🌟: Hello Virgil! I’ll save your contact. I was hoping to hear from you 😁
🖤Virgil🖤:  Oh, really? Uh.. Do you wanna.. Get dinner or something?
🌟Roman🌟: That sounds magnificent! Where and when?
🖤Virgil🖤: Um… I could probably get us into that place that overlooks the pier?
🌟Roman🌟: The fancy place? Don’t you need a reservation?
🖤Virgil🖤: My brother works there.
🌟Roman🌟: Oooo Boy… You’ve got connections!
🖤Virgil🖤: ….Meet you there at 6, weirdo.
🌟Roman🌟: I’ll be counting the moments.

Virgil smirked and began texting his brother, Patton.

lil bro💜: Hey Pat, can you get me a reservation for 2 at 6 tonight?
BIG BRO🐶: Of course Verge! What’s the occasion??? 😁😊😋🐶💜
lil bro 💜: I uh.. Have a date.
lil bro💜: …Thank you, Pat.

Virgil groaned. Oh greeeeat.

Virgil sat on a bench outside the restaurant, he was a bit early and he did his best to look nice. As nice as he could anyway, he really only owned duplicates of the same things. But he had on one of his few pairs of black jeans that weren’t ripped and one of his only shirts that wasn’t black. It was a very dark shade of purple, which totally counted. He still had his signature makeup, but it was very clean and not as smudged as he usually made it. His headphones were in, he was trying to psych himself up with music. It distracted him from a lot of the nervousness he felt, but it also kept him from noticing that the man he was waiting for had walked right up to him.

“Hey! Earth to Virgil… You in there, Tall, Dark, and Handsome?” Roman patted him on the arm. Virgil’s eyes suddenly focused and he pulled the headphones out of his ears.

“Oh, Roman. Sorry. I zoned out pretty hard there… Handsome?” He suddenly blushed.

“So you could hear me. How convenient.” Roman chuckled and grabbed his hand. “Come on you. Let’s get some dinner.” Roman tugged Virgil to his feet and pulled the giant along behind him. Virgil realized now why Roman had such a hard time when he was the one leading last night. Roman’s strides were nothing. Virgil had never walked in slow motion before…

They went inside and up to the host stand, Roman still leading the way. Virgil didn’t even have time to speak, which honestly was nice for him. Roman’s confidence was very helpful.

“Welcome! How can I help you?”

“Hello there, Madam! We have a reservation for 2 at 6pm.” Roman spoke in such a regal manner, Virgil wasn’t even sure if he realized he did it.

“Of course! Let me find you…” The hostess looked down through her reservations, then glanced up at Virgil. “Oh! You must be Small!” The hostess smiled.

Roman looked at her, then back at Virgil, then slowly started turning red. In a very hushed voice he asked a question consisting of only one word.

“…Small?” Roman was staring at Virgil, his eyes full of fire. Virgil had a sudden realization.

“Yes. That is us.” He placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder and pulled him away from the hostess stand a bit. He began to chuckle, unable to stop himself.

“WHAT?!” Roman literally stamped his foot in anger. Virgil could only respond by laughing harder, his hands clutching his sides. He managed to fumble into his pocket and pull out his wallet. Flipping it open he thrust it at Roman.

Roman could not imagine what he could possibly be about to show him. Was this guy for real?! Inviting him to this fancy restaurant just to… He looked down at the wallet and the fire immediately died inside him.

“…Are you kidding me? Your last name is Small?” Roman was dumbfounded. Virgil responded only by wheezing and nodding. The hostess realized what happened and smiled in understanding while grabbing the menus and leading them to their table. Virgil managed to stop laughing at some point and began apologizing.

“Oh Roman… I’m sorry. It didn’t even occur to me… That… Was so hilarious.” Virgil dabbed at the tears on his face with his napkin.

“Very funny, Small.” Roman mock pouted.

“Oh hey, now that’s not fair. What’s your last name?” Virgil asked, still laughing. Roman’s face immediately turned beat red. He mumbled some unintelligible sound.

“What was that?” Virgil raised an eyebrow. It couldn’t be worse than Small.

“It’s… Towers.” Roman said quietly.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Virgil didn’t think he had any laughter left in his body, but there is was. Spilling out of him once again. Roman continued his mock pouting.

“Oh come on! That is hilarious! Roman Towers?” Virgil smiled.

“That’s real rich, Virgil Small.” Roman finally gave in to the giggles he was suppressing.

“Touché.” They both laughed until their waiter arrived.

“Hello you two! Oh, are you Pat’s brother?” The waiter asked as he came up, Virgil nodded. “He asked me to take extra special care of his brother and special guest! Can I get you both something to drink?”

“Whatever he gets, makes sure it’s strong. He’s having a rough one so far tonight.” Virgil continued to laugh.

“Oh ha ha. I’ll just have an iced tea.” Roman chuckled.

“Same here.” Virgil smiled as the waiter walked away.

“So, the hostess recognized you and so did the waiter. Do you come here a lot? This place is pretty swanky.” Roman asked, looking over the menu.

“No, i’ve only been once or twice actually. I guess people just think I look like Pat.” Virgil shrugged.

“Oh is that the brother you mentioned? Where is he?” Roman glanced around the room, looking for another beanpole.

“He’s their pastry chef. He’s probably in the back somewhere. I don’t really think we look alike.” Virgil didn’t look up from his menu.

“I have a brother too, actually. Is Pat your big brother or your little brother?”

“He is my…. Younger brother. Just me and him.” Virgil said, seemingly like he was choosing his words carefully. Roman chose to let it slide.

“I have an older brother, his name is Logan. Just us two as well. We get together once a month or so and have a game night to catch up and stuff. I’m actually going over there next weekend.” Roman explained.

“Oh that’s really cool. I should do something like with Patton, he would love that.”

“…You two are welcome to come next week if you like? Logan doesn’t get out much, I’d love for him to make some friends.”

“Oh, uhhh Suuuure. I’ll ask Pat if he’s free.” Virgil once again seemed a little hesitant about his brother, but Roman chose not to pry.

They made some small talk, getting to know one another a bit more over the course of the meal. Once their meals were finished and their plates cleared away, a rather large brownie sundae appeared. Written on the plate in beautiful looping chocolate cursive was:

For Vergie and his Special Friend

Virgil just about died right then and there. His face was as red as Roman’s dress shirt and if his hoodie wasn’t in his car he would have dove into it by now. He somehow managed to steal a look at Roman who was standing up and taking a picture of the gorgeous display.

“This is magnificent! Your brother is quite a talented individual! I simply must put this on Instagram!” Roman was smiling, even taking a couple selfies with the sundae. He then slid back over next to Virgil and pressed his back against his chest, trying to get a selfie of the two of them. Virgil chuckled a little at Roman.

“What’s so funny back there?”

“…You need one of those camera sticks.”

“A selfie stick? I have several just not with me.”

“Well… You do have me in the mean time.” Virgil took the phone in hand and extended out his enormous noodley arm, getting the camera just as far as it would have been if Roman had his missing phone accessory.

“Oh my… You are so perfect! I don’t even need a selfie stick with you around!” Roman began to squeal slightly in excitement which Virgil had to admit… was very cute. Virgil indulged in all of Roman’s ridiculous poses, taking several pictures for him to go through later. On the last one Roman turned around and snuck a kiss, Virgil instinctively pressing the camera button in his surprise.

Roman pulled away, looking at the deep blush on Virgil’s cheeks and seeming satisfied with himself. He snagged his phone back and began looking through the pictures.

“Oh yeah. These are spectacular. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.” Roman laughed to himself.

“Oh is it?” Virgil raised an eyebrow, his voice still small.

“Well… You were the one who called me your boyfriend before you even knew my name.” Roman reminded him and booped him on the nose with a finger.

“…Well… Touché then.” He blushed but a smile spread across his face.

“I mean… unless…” Roman faltered slightly. Virgil found his unusually  to be rather endearing and before he realized what he was doing, he found himself leaning forward and giving Roman a quick kiss. As a blush spread across Roman’s cheeks, he smiled and put his arm around his little prince’s shoulders. Roman nestled against him and went back to looking at his pictures as the two them shared their delicious dessert.

The little black book with their bill arrived and Virgil was able to grab it before Roman had a chance, thanks again to his long arms.

“Hey! I was gonna get dinner, you paid for my drink last night.”

“Well, I’m the one who invited you. This is my date.” Virgil stuck his tongue out and held the check out of Roman’s reach. He flipped it open and rather than a bill there was a note in that same loopy cursive.

Dinner is on me tonight Kiddo! Go do something fun and text me later!! :D

They both chuckled a bit and started heading for the door, holding hands.

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@tinysidestrashcaptain @roxiefox23 @wotusayinm8 @pumakittycat @bookwormravenclaw @luna-lovegood-wrakspurt-invasion @pantasticpanini @minamishipsit @bubblycricket @icecoldparadise @devilessyeet @dibleopard @thepusheenqueen @vickyderpface @jadedragon1903

Jason comforting S/O after a hard day HCs

Requested by @memento-amare: “Could you do headcanons on Jason comforting someone who has had a stupid fucking day? Preferably because of something a family member said/did. Thanks, Jules ^.^”

A/N: Hope you love it Jo!


  • The minute he sees you’re poor mood he’s immediately asking what he matter is.
  • He will sit with you as you tell him what went wrong that day. It sort of becoming a rant about how your family just kept getting under your skin and wouldn’t leave you be about anything.
  • He completely understands that feeling. His siblings and Bruce have done the same exact things to him.
  • For a while he will just cuddle you. Rubbing your back and arms, just helping you calm down and end up dozing off.
  • He will leave you asleep on the couch and cover you up with a blanket.
  • You wake up to him having cleaned the apartment/house and making dinner.
  • Meeting him in the kitchen you’re greeted with the scent of your favorite meal.
  • “Good morning, or should I say evening sleepy head”
  • Saying while handing you a cup of tea. Of course your favorite brand and kind. 
  • You don’t really say anything, just hum while taking the tea from him.
  • You will end up just watching him cook, finding it relaxing. Him sending a smile over to you every so often.
  • Or tossing utensils and herbs around like some hibachi chef, making you laugh.
  • When he’s done cooking he will have improved your mood greatly.
  • “Feeling better?”
  • “Yeah, thank you for all of this”
  • “Hey, I love you. It’s my job to make your day better”
  • He will skip patrol, his brothers covering for him.
  • You end up watching movies like Anastasia (that’s for you Jo) all night before you end up crashing on the couch together.

Harry hated tea. It was bitter, and it made his biscuits soggy. He had tried having it with milk, but it ended up just tasting like milk that was a bit off in flavour, as if it had been sitting out for too long, or perhaps a few days old. He added sugar to it next, but then it just tasted like sweet water, and reminded him of thin syrup or watery treacle. Tea just wasn’t for him. He preferred really sweet drinks like butter beer or cider. He liked the things that put him right on the cusp of diabetes. His absolute favorite thing to drink, to both Hermione’s and Ron’s horror, was white chocolate, hot chocolate. He preferred the sickening sweet of white chocolate over milk, and loved to top it off with thick whipping creme, and a broken stick of candy cane - broken only because he had no self control, and usually ended up gnawing on the crooked end as he warmed his milk. Yes, Harry Potter hated tea, which was why his best friends could not comprehend his recent tea drinking habit that occurred three times a week at the new tea shop in Hogsmeade.

Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday Teaspoon of Sugar found itself inhibited by Harry Potter, adversary of tea. He always took a seat towards the back of the shop, nestled in a darkened corner, at a small splintered table with only one chair. Jasmine, the owner of the shop, knew Harry very well, and not because of his fame, but because of his clear distaste for her teas. She saw his visits as a personal challenge and strived to find a blend he wouldn’t flinch at so fiercely. The first day, she had made the mistake of serving him a traditional black, as he hadn’t known what to order, and so she figured he ought to start with something familiar. He waited until she left to take his first sip, but she watched from behind the counter as she had extreme pride in her art, and thought she would be seeing a tea virgin become enlightened, but to her utter surprise and dismay, she saw the boy nearly spit the tea out. A little bit even dribbled down his chin. Since then, she had served him a variety of blends - camomile, green, white, oolong - she even added herbals to the mix, though they were not technically teas. None of her efforts or varieties of teas were appreciated by Mr. Potter. Every time, he would take a minuscule sip, and his eye would develop a rather severe twitching problem. The only time he looked close to content was only a few weeks prior when she had made him a hot Chai. Still, he did not finish the entire cup, and looked rather sullen as he left the shop about an hour later. Jasmine had felt unusually defeated that day, and vowed that she would find a tea to Harry Potter’s liking. 

Draco Malfoy also hated tea. It had been a staple at the Manor, where his mother had made teatime somewhat mandatory. It was a rare uninterrupted moment for mother and son to chat and escape from their busy lives. It was for this reason that Draco never spoke up about his little tea conundrum in worry that his mother might not find time for him at all. After he had moved out from the manor and into a small flat with a small cat and a tiny tea pot, he vowed to never drink tea again. It was a vile drink that wasn’t near sweet enough. It didn’t matter how much sugar he added, he could still taste the sting of the beverage on the back of his tongue. Draco preferred the sweeter things in life like hot chocolate and pumpkin juice with a thick layer of whipping creme on top. Why on earth did people dip their biscuits in something so offensive, when they could be soaked in warm chocolate instead? Never the less, every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, Draco found himself breaking his vow, a boiling cup of leafy water in his hand as he sat at a worn table by the window in the new shop of Hogsmeade. 

Jasmine knew of that Draco Malfoy, and it had nothing to do with his fame. He was her best customer. The boy was in at least three times a week and ordered multiple cups of tea during his lengthy stays. It did not matter what she served him - black, earl grey, white with mint - he always drank every last sip, and left with a flick of his lip which she inferred to be an inconspicuous smile. The boy alone was responsible for a third of her earnings from the week before, and she had made it her mission to find a way to repay him. For months she had worried herself with what she could do. Perhaps she could brew a special blend and give it his name, but no, she figured he was a rather private sort who may not like the attention. Maybe she could give him a discount, or even a free cup every hour, but well, she was a new business, and he was a well paying customer after all, perhaps not. It wasn’t until she looked up from her counter to do the usual checking up on Mister Potter, that she noticed something peculiar. His eye still had the familiar twitch, and yet it, along with the other, was focused across the room on her favorite customer no less. She followed his gaze to where Draco sat and watched curiously as the other boy looked up to meet Potter’s stare. The twitching eyes immediately adverted and Potter’s red face buried itself in its unfinished tea cup. Draco continued to stare at Potter for a few more moments, and then focused back on his cup too, taking another generous swig of ginger tea. As he set his cup on the table, the corner of his mouth flicked upward in that small, secret smile of his, and Jasmine hit the counter with resolve. 

Two weeks later and Jasmine was exhausted. It was the Tuesday before Christmas, and she had worked all night on her gift to Draco Malfoy. At one point, she had worried that she had taken on too much. Tea, she knew, but any other drinks, especially those of the sickening sweet variety were foreign to her, but in the end she had pulled it off. Potter walked in to the shop, snow sparkling against his grey school uniform, and started to walk towards his usual table in the shadow of the shop. Jasmine gave him no time to become fully seated before she dropped a hot mug of hot chocolate down in front of him with a heavy thud. Harry looked up at her with wide green eyes, clearly caught off guard. Jasmine smirked at him with a mad look in her twinkling black eyes, and swatted her hand over to the direction of a recently seated Draco Malfoy. 

“It’s from him,” she shouted gleefully. 

Harry’s eyes widened even more, and he nearly fell out of his chair as he attempted to peer around her to see his faux gift giver, who also looked like she’d just hit him with a rather strong stupefy. Both boys blushed up to their ears, and did not make any attempts to move from their seats. Jasmine was perhaps a little overtired when she plucked the Savior of the Wizarding world from his seat and kicked at his ankles with a maniacal grin on her face until the boy began to stiffly walk on his own towards the other. 

Once at Draco’s table, Harry sat the mug of hot chocolate down slowly, as if any sudden movements might scare the Slytherin off. Draco looked up to him with clear expectation, his nose and cheeks red from embarrassment and the frost of the snow.

“Um…thanks,” was all Harry said. There was a moment of silence that had Jasmine on the tips of her toes. 

“You’re welcome,” was all Draco said back. 

Harry sat down at the table by the window, across from where Draco shown in the winter light. Draco stiffened while Harry fidgeted with his mug. 

“So, I hate tea,” Harry admitted sheepishly. 

Draco’s mouth twitched, “Oh.”

Harry relaxed into his chair, and set his elbows on the table, taking up some of Draco’s room, though the boy seemed not to mind; In fact, Jasmine could have sworn that Draco leaned into the bit of space still between them, as if getting closer meant that he could soak up some of Harry Potter’s warmth. Harry ran his fingers through raven black hair. Draco watched, mesmerized. 

“Yeah, so, basically, I only come here for you,” both Harry and Draco flinched at the bravery of the confession, and Harry fought the urge not to back peddle and play the whole thing off as a joke. “Er- I mean, well…yeah, I do.” 

Harry sat his hand down on the table, and Draco’s own hand trembled. Harry began to tap his fingers in agitation, and looked up startled when Draco stilled them with his own. 

Harry swallowed, “I saw you sitting here through the window. You looked- the sun was shining on your face, and I thought, I have to watch you, er- not in a creepy way, although now that I say it out loud, it is definitely kind of creepy, but uh-,” Harry paused unsure how to dig himself out of his humiliation. Draco ran his index finger over the little hairs on Harry’s wrist. 

“I saw you walk in here the day it opened, and I thought you must like tea.” 

Jasmine watched in awe as Draco Malfoy smiled, not a secret smile, but a full-fledged, teeth bearing grin. Harry laughed, and took a sip of the once forgotten cocoa. Draco looked up at Jasmine with an expression happier than she had ever seen him and spoke with utmost confidence and just a sprinkle of snark, “Can I get one of those too? I don’t much like tea either.”

Jasmine felt the entire world shift in that moment, and her full smile turned to shock. She felt her eye catch Potter’s twitch, and she made her way back behind the counter in defeat. Did no one at all like her tea? Perhaps this wasn’t her calling. Perhaps she was meant to be the inventor of sugary drinks. She grumbled to herself about taking up the profession of a chocolatier or a pastry chef. Of course, she would make the drink for her best customer, but she would make it white chocolate to punish his deception. That would teach him and Potter a very sweet lesson. 


If you didn’t listen to the song while reading this, you better scroll back up and read it again WITH the song on, no guarantee happy feels thou, but - you should. -stare into your soul-

Tea cafe au - (Jean’s pov) where Jean work full time at his mother’s tea cafe after college in sweat pants and flip flop because he can. And one day, valentines day, he noticed a guy who he assumed got dumped and decided to comfort him because he understood what it felt like. (Marco’s pov) Marco actually got dumped by his fiancee, quit his job and almost lost his faith in happy endings. Then comes along a man who wears flip flop and help him get back on his feet while he finds himself trying to pursue the man to be a chef because of his hidden culinary talent.

I don’t care if the explanation was bad and this fanart is not actually finish, I’m sleep deprived. 

anonymous asked:

Can I have drabbles/scenarios of the GOM playing with their daughter please? It could be a range between playing house, tea party, or fairytale story where their daughter's the princess and the GoM member is the prince saving her from dragons. I thought it'd be really cute :3 Thanks (*^ -^*)




Because he had far from a perfect childhood he tries very hard to keep a balance between work and bonding time, so when his daughter asked him to repeat Alice in the Wonderland for the third time, he sighed but relented to her command.

By the time he got to the final chapter, she yawned.

“Are you tired?” Akashi asked, setting the book aside. His daughter shuffled in the blanket and looked up at him with big eyes. He didn’t need anything else to know that the answer was no.

“I want to draw the Cheshire cat, father.” She said before excitedly jumping off the bed.

“Okay.” Akashi glanced at the clock. It was still early but he knew young children must have their rest. “Not with paint, though. It would take a while to clean up.”

“Deal.” His daughter eagerly grabbed the water colours from the table before sprawling herself on the floor. Akashi made his way towards her, his eyes shifting around the room.

The walls were lined with pictures and artwork – he wanted a reminder of every memory, every significant moment. Because he wanted his daughter to have what he never did. Love, affection, appreciation.

Akashi watched ink spill onto paper as they both individually worked on their art piece. He finished his in a short while.

“How is your art going, darling?” He asked, but earned no reply.

Confused, he tore his eyes away from his project only to see his daughter’s head on her arm and the steady rise and fall of her body.

He smiled to himself before picking her up and tucking her back in the bed.

“Goodnight, my angel. Sleep well.”

It was back to work for him now.

Akashi switched the lights off before exiting the room. Ever since he met you, everyday had felt like a blessing. Especially now that they had a daughter who he promised to give everything to.

He had everything he could have hoped for.

A family.

And he could not be happier.


Aomine looked down at his robes made out of old curtain and how it wrapped loosely around his pyjamas. It smelt a little odd but he had worn it for long enough for his nose to get used to the smell. Then he looked at the wooden horse next to him, rocking gently. He never fully sat on it, afraid that it was going to break from his weight.

Then finally at the little girl in front of him, with radiant eyes that sparkled as she jumped from one couch to another.

“Wait I forgot!” She stopped in her tracks and skipped towards him.

The young girl placed a paper tiara on top of her father’s head. Aomine positioned it so that it circled his head comfortably, but no matter how much he shifted it, it was made way too small for his liking.

“Now you’re a real prince!” She clapped her hands and giggled, taking her place at the top of the couch again. Then she slipped.

“I’m falling!”

Aomine’s hands were still on his paper crown, adjusting and shifting when his little girl face planted onto the floor. He choked.

“Gaaah!” He rushed over to her, picking her up.

“I’m okay!” She held her thumbs up and grinned. He let out a sigh of relief.

He wouldn’t know what to do if his daughter was seriously hurt. And he wouldn’t know how to deal with your fury.

“Again.” She declared, taking her place.

He was ready this time. He watched as she purposefully twisted her foot so that she’d fall.


“I’m falling into the- the…” She trailed off and tapped her chin as she struggled to remember the right word.

“The…” Aomine’s eyes darted around, scanning for words in his head, “The lava!”

“Yeah, the lava!”

He watched as his little girl flailed her arms around. Her eyes grew wide as she pointed at a still bolster.

“No! Watch out for the dragon, Prince Charming!”

Aomine had a bit of trouble visualizing the pale white bolster as a fire breathing dragon but he went along with it, grunting as he lurched forward, tackling his daughter onto the couch.

“Watch me slay the dragon, Princess of the… Uh… The East!” Aomine found himself shouting, grabbing a pen and stabbing the bolster repeatedly. It folded before falling off the chair it was placed on.

“Hooray!” His daughter exclaimed excitedly, jumping onto her father’s back. She too, was filled with energy and adrenaline – just like he was when he was a child. He could never just stay still.

“Hooray.” He echoed with a smile. She was his pride and joy. At first he was hesitant, but once he saw how her eyes were an eerie but beautiful reminder of yours and her hair a perfect imitation of his, there was nothing he was more sure about.


He loved being the stay home dad because of his modelling career. Because that meant he had time to spend with his daughter. The centre of his world.

“Can I look now?” Kise opened one eye, only to earn a hard but playful slap on his head.

“No!” His daughter shrieked.

“Ow!” He complained, reaching out to rub his head only to feel her slap his hand away.

She reminded him of you, even at this young age. The adoring smile that made him so happy but also how it would disappear when things don’t go as planned.

“You’re taking longer than usual, you know.” He huffed, forcing his eyes back shut. His daughter had been playing with his hair for who knows how long – something she very much enjoyed doing.

“I’m trying something new, dad.” She said. He couldn’t see her but her voice was full of concentration.

Kise sighed, “You expect me to do the same to your hair after this?”

“Yeah, of course.” His daughter was grinning. She knew of his Generation of Miracles stories and his ‘super power’ that he was so proud of.

Then, she spun his hair around so that he was facing the mirror. He took this as a cue to open his eyes.

“This is what’s called the diamond weave.”

It never failed to amaze him how she could do such a thing with his medium length hair.

“It’s so pretty, ____-cchiii!~ I’m so proud of you!” He gushed, engulfing his daughter in a hug.

“Now you do mine dad!” She had a wide grin as she sat cross legged on the floor. “I expect it to be a bazillion times better!”

“You set way too high expectations, ____-cchi.” Kise studied his own hair in the mirror, every curve and every twist. He never wanted to disappoint his daughter.

“I only set high expectations because I believe in you.” She replied and Kise chuckled because that was something you always said to him.

“Well I’ll exceed those expectations. Every time.” He promised before starting to work on her hair.


“Marry me?” Midorima’s 7-year-old daughter said in a deep voice as she held a Ken doll in one hand, and a Barbie doll in another.

“Of course!” She said in a higher pitch, rocking the Barbie doll side-to-side.

Midorima watched with his eyebrows scrunched together, a confused look written all over his face.

“Now, dad!” His daughter whispered, and he snapped out of it. He picked up a toy bell the size of two fingers and sounded it. His daughter gave him a long hard look before groaning.

“Daaad! This is where you say the husband and wife part.”

“Right. Sorry, I was a little distracted.” He apologized before proceeding with the ceremony.

He cleared his throat, “Barbie, do you take Ken as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do!”

“Ken, do you take Barbie as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do!”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Midorima finished, but his daughter was frowning.

He immediately wondered if he did something wrong.

“I don’t want to make them kiss, it’s… yucky.” She shuddered, earning a laugh from her father. He remembered what he thought of marriage and affection when he was her age.


“What do boys and girls do after marriage, dad?”

Midorima paled. You should be the one to have the birds-and-bees talk with her. Not. Him.

Mostly because he would fumble with his words a lot and would not know how to explain everything in proper terms without sounding like an awkward mess.

And the fact that his daughter just turned 7.

“Well t-they live together, li-like your mother and I.” He stated simply, adjusting his glasses frame. He cleared his throat again.

“And…” She urged.

He gulped, before standing up hurriedly. He knew you would do a much better job in his current position.

“Well, I suppose we have to find your mother now.”


The house always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla and sugar due to Murasakibara’s love for pastries and food. One day he decided that store bought snacks weren’t cutting it anymore.

He was more than ecstatic when his daughter started to show the same passion as him. His eyes gleamed when she told him she wanted to be a pastry chef as well.

“It’s tea time!” He heard a cheery call from the other room. He headed over, carrying the sweets he had made all morning.

Sometimes they would make cream puffs and tarts together before setting them on an elegant silver afternoon tea table. Then they would both take their places facing each other, surrounded by a stuffed brown bear which she called Almond, a broccoli which she called Broccoli and last but not least, a furry unidentifiable toy named Snowball.

But today she had slept in, and it was up to him to work on the treats.

“Would you like some tea, Papa?” The little girl questioned. She had a tiara on her head and a tutu skirt.

“Ah? Yes, I do. And some scones, thanks, ____.” Murasakibara said.

She placed a scone on her dad’s plate, and then on her own. She took a bite and made a sour face.

Murasakibara’s eyes grew wide at the reaction.

“Weak vanilla flavour, I don’t like this brand of milk and you need more sugar, dad.” Her eyes were closed as she swirled the food around in her mouth.

Now normally, if anyone said that to him, his response would be

“I’ll crush you.”

But since it was his daughter, his eye only slightly twitched before he pushed himself off the chair.

“Are you challenging me to another cooking competition?” He questioned. He was sure he put exact ingredient servings.

“Bring it on!” His daughter declared, getting up on her feet too. “Race you to the kitchen!”

She made a quick dash before Murasakibara could reply. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. She was a lot to handle, especially for a lazy bum like him. But he wasn’t at all troubled, not even one bit.

He tied his hair up into a ponytail, which reflected that he was getting serious before following his daughter into the kitchen. He saw how she had already gathered her ingredients into a small circle on the counter. The ingredients she had assembled told him that there would be a lot of cleaning up after this.

“Get ready to lose again, dad!” She exclaimed.

“Me? Lose?” He pointed to himself, “We’ll see.”

The score was 3-2, not in his favour.

They both didn’t like losing.

Like father, like daughter.


“Number two, go, go, go!” The young girl squealed, flapping her hand everywhere to get the fur ball to move.

Kuroko’s ears perked up at the sound of his daughter’s voice echoing throughout the hallway. His lips tugged into a small smile.

Number two spotted him and wagged its tail, barking cheerily as it ran towards him. Kuroko placed his pointer on his lips, and the dog quieted down.

“Where could ____ be, Number two?” He wondered out loud.

A stifled giggle followed.

He wasn’t sure why the young girl liked this game so much. She could never stay hidden for more than 30 seconds, but sometimes he would drag the game out longer for her entertainment.

He tiptoed towards her hiding place and thought he saw something flash to his side. He took a momentary glance but saw nothing. Kuroko took a rapid final step, “Got you!”

And how confused he was when there was no one behind that corner.

“Got you.” Kuroko jumped at the voice behind him.

“I … didn’t see you there.” He stated.

“I know. I read your books.” The little girl had a smile as she held up books on magic tricks and lines of vision.

In that moment Kuroko felt nothing but pride and happiness. He had never, ever been startled by anyone – especially because he would always notice them before they noticed him.

“You didn’t get to catch me this time. Are you proud?” She was smiling from ear to ear.

Number two chimed in with a bark and a tail wag. She picked him up.

Kuroko patted his daughter’s hair, “Yes. I am. Very, very proud, in fact.”

anonymous asked:

Im not a witch or anything but as a chef i know the uses of herbs and different roots so i had a weird cold/flu illness and made a green tea of rose, lemon, ginger, eucalyptus, lavender, and mint leaves. It didnt taste good but once i chugged it down i could breathe again and i felt so much better. In more "spiritual"? terms, how would you explain this herb healing? Ive become fascinated about the potential of herb medicines

As a chef (well ex-chef, I am no longer working professionally) and a witch, they can go hand in hand sometimes quite easily. I wouldn’t even say herbal medicines are spiritual, although they can be used as such. Medicinally speaking, you actually used quite a few useful herbs in your tea that would make you feel better and help you breathe.

Rose - Roses have such a wide species variety and the medicinal uses vary among the species, but certain species can help with stomach upset, diarrhea, sore throats, etc - but can also act as a diuretic. Rose hips also have a high concentration of vitamin C as well. Its also used as an astringent.

Lemon - Lemon is amazing because it tastes awesome, and has a ton of vitamin C which can help with colds. It also reduces inflammation and can aid digestion in some cases, and improve the function of blood vessels. Lemon can also act as a diuretic.

Ginger - Ginger is one of my favorite things when I am feeling a bit under the weather. I typically mix it with rosemary and lemon and make a tea out of it sweetened slightly with honey but ginger contains gingerol, which is an oily resin in the root that contains most of the medicinal benefits of this root. Ginger has antioxidant, antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties and can help with all sorta of things from nausea, indigestion, metabolism, some respiratory issues, mild pain relief (mostly from relieving inflammation), and a few other things that I am not remembering at the moment. It really is an awesome root.

Eucalyptus - This is the one that stood out to me when you said that you could breathe again because eucalyptus has so many benefits for those with respiratory issues. Its known to help asthma (i use it for that purpose actually), loosen mucus, help with upset stomachs, and reduce pain and swelling (among other things).

Lavender - Lavender is also an antiseptic and anti-inflammatory among a whole host of other things and is really just an amazing plant for healing (as long as you aren’t allergic to it). I am not going to go into everything that lavender helps because its really really long and you can easily find this information but yea, good choice on adding this in there.

Mint - Mint is similar to lavender in the fact that it has a whole host of uses including stomach issues like bloating, gas, indigestion, reduces IBS symptoms, and on top of that it also helps protect your stomach lining from things like ulcers. Its also known to break up phlegm and mucus as well, so its good to drink when you aren’t feeling well. I also remember reading somewhere it has one of the highest antioxidant capacities of any food? I don’t know how accurate that is, but there is that. Not related to being sick, but it also helps with insect bites because it helps cool the skin down.

Spiritually speaking, all of the above have various correspondences as well that relate to healing as well.

Taste tip: if you plan on making this again, reduce the amount of rose and lavender as too much floral in tea can taste a bit like you are drinking your grandmothers potpourri. Go heavier on the lemon, mint and ginger (unless you don’t want it spicier, then reduce the ginger), and add the rest in smaller proportions as more of an accent flavor.

Anyway… that was longer then I expected but hopefully that helps a bit! 

Please do your own research into all herbs/plants/etc! Make sure they are safe to ingest and do not interfere with any medications you are taking if you are planning on ingesting them. Talk with your doctor before taking any herbs or herbal supplements - especially if you are on any medications! Be safe!

the-blissful-one  asked:

Okay, so I see that we get a lot of Daddy Keith appreciation from the Voltron family (which I love)...but can we also get a Daddy Shiro appreciation day or something? I feel like he deserve one. Where Keith and the kids go all out for him and for once let him take as many pictures he want without them complaining. Thank you for doing this whole Voltron family au, I love reading them almost every day.

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was in the kitchen making his tea when Keith came down to wrap his arms around Shiro’s tummy, kissing the back of his neck and then his cheek.

Shiro: *turns to keith to give him a proper kiss* Good morning. *smiles*
Keith: Hmmmm. Good morning indeed. 
Shiro: *hands Keith a cup* Tea.
Keith: You’re too good to me. Thank you. *takes his cup* *pulls Shiro towards him* *kisses* However, I’d like you, Mr. Nice Guy, to just sit down. *pushes Shiro to the stool by the breakfast table* 
Shiro: *takes a seat* *grins* And what will you do, Mr. Bad Guy?
Keith: *snorts at the nickname* I’ll make you breakfast because it’s Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day. 
Shiro: *blinks in confusion* What?

As if on cue, Hunk, Lance and Pidge entered the kitchen wearing their pyjamas. One by one they passed by Keith who gave them their little aprons to wear that had “Shiro’s Angels” in front and Shiro couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how adorable it was. Then he noticed that Keith wore the same apron and honestly, Shiro was just endeared. They were his angels. 

Pidge: Daddy Shiro, what would you like to eat for breakfast?
Shiro: Just anything, sweetheart. I could just eat you! So cute! *squishes Pidge’s cheeks*
Pidge: That’s cannibalism, Daddy Shiro. *pouts*

Shiro watched them cook their big breakfast and he offered to help but Lance kept pushing him back to his seat so he could “leave it to the chefs.” It was such a good breakfast that Shiro felt like his family wanted him to burst.

Shiro: So what’s this Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day? How come I wasn’t informed of this date?
Hunk: Because it’s supposed to be a surprise!  
Shiro: You got me there, poppet. *finger guns at Hunk*
Lance: *drinks his milk* It’s Make Daddy Shiro’s Wish Come True Day at first but Daddy Keith said it was too long.
Keith: *drinks tea* Because it is. Same banana though. 
Shiro: Is it really? I can ask for anything? 
Lance: Yeah! *frowns* Well, maybe not all. I don’t have money to buy you the moon or the stars, Daddy Shiro. And I know you love stars. I only have *counts with his fingers* *looks at Keith for help*
Keith: 50 cents.
Lance: *looks back to Shiro* 50 cents! I don’t think stars cost 50 cents. 
Hunk: They probably cost like two dollars. *nods* That’s… a lot of money.
Pidge: Stars don’t cost two dollars, Hunk. *rolls eyes* I heard from Gretchen they were five dollars—each
Hunk: *gasps* *covers mouth with his hand* That’s so much money.
Lance: *frowns even more* I don’t have enough money then.
Shiro: *chuckles fondly at his kids* It’s alright. I don’t want the stars. I do have a request though. Can I make a request?
Three kids: YES. Anything! *nods*

That was how Keith and the kids found themselves wearing blue and white sailor outfits outside by the pool. Shiro was wearing a white captain uniform and he was beaming, a camera around his neck.

Keith: This wasn’t what I expected. *adjusts his outfit*
Shiro: Awww, you guys said I could request anything! 
Keith: And you had these outfits ready for some reason? *raises eyebrow*
Shiro: I just knew this day would come. *wipes fake tears dramatically*
Keith: *smiles while shaking his head* *bents down to fix Pidge’s hair* Don’t move too much, baby girl. 
Shiro: *bents down to fix Lance’s outfit* You look so dashing, buddy.
Lance: *beams* Heard that Hunk! I’m dashing!
Hunk: *chuckles* *squeezes Lance’s hand* Of course you are.
Shiro: Alright, places, family. Places. 

For once, they didn’t stop Shiro from taking way too much photos than necessary. They had solos, pairs, trios, etc—all combos! And of course there were photos with the Captain Shiro wooing his Admiral Keith and the kids wouldn’t stop giggling. 

When they got back inside to eat snacks, Shiro was looking at the photos he had taken and he couldn’t stop grinning. 

Keith: You okay? *places hand on Shiro’s shoulder*
Shiro: *looks up* Yeah. *takes Keith’s hand and kisses it* Thank you for this.
Keith: *smiles* It was the kids’ idea. Well, mine initially but don’t tell them I told you that. They like taking all the credit. Selfish kids. *rolls eyes in amusement*
Shiro: You four are so wonderful. *chuckles* *looks at his camera* I think I just found us another family portrait. 

Next week when Keith came home, by the living room was the new family portrait hanged along with the rest. It was the photo that had Lance sticking his tongue out at Keith who also did the same, arms crossed. Hunk was their mediator, both hands in front looking panicked. Pidge was being carried by Shiro who was pointing at Keith, Lance and Hunk while laughing so hard. And Shiro… Shiro with his eyes closed, one hand on his forehead looking so done. 

It was taken when the timer was too early. 

Keith was so in love with the photo. It described their family perfectly.

Something Sweet {Part III}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Happy 4th of July!)

Head Chef! Obi-Wan x Pastry Chef! Reader

Plot Summary: When Qui-Gon hires a new pastry chef for his dessert menu, Obi-Wan feels a slight sense of competition. Who do you think you are, just waltzing into his kitchen? He’s been running it for years, it doesn’t need to change. But, as time progresses, he realizes the sour beginning the two of you had is starting to turn into something sweet.

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

“I know, Anakin did tell me Obi-Wan was a bit…”

“Anal-retentive?” You sighed, sipping your tea with Padme during your lunch break. “Overbearing? A bit of a stick in the mud?”

Padme chuckled a bit, setting her tea down. “I’ll admit, though harsh, it is a little true. I’d just say he’s very… passionate. About his work.”

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The Madness of Punch

the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFridayPreparationUncle MudlerNormalBackseatMudler-senseThe FBIUnthinkablePatienceElephant JokesCooking Rickety TablesMr. SkimmerBert and ErnieMidnight ConfessionsThe MoonBright SunshineGraying SkiesDarkened NightPossibilitiesA Thing with YouHumming and Thrumming … Warped Cosmology



MRI taken, fish fed, email answered, thumbs twiddled, Mulder phoned, brain picked by aforementioned phone call, groceries shopped for and mother retrieved, they headed to the appointment.

An hour later, they settled in the car, quiet for a moment before Maggie spoke … 

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anonymous asked:

Could i request a headcanon for the RFA(+V and Saeran) with an MC that changes her voice based on what she's doing? For example when she cooks, she starts speaking with an italian accent? Maybe talks to her pets in a very cartoonish voice? You can get as creative as you please! Sorry to bother you!

Omg no it’s not a bother at all, I’m so sorry that this has taken this long to come out. I’m hoping to really get back into the swing of writing HCs now, so hopefully people won’t have to wait as long.



= Okay but for real he does the same? At least when it comes to baby speaking to animals
= But he thinks it’s the absolute cutest thing when you do it God bless
= The two of you spoil your cat Lisa so much it’s a wonder anything gets done
= Sometimes when he gets home, he doesn’t let you know he’s there at first because he enjoys hearing you talk to Lisa
= Side note: ya’ll probably have at least one family photo all nicely framed with the three of you
= All in all, he thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever 100/10


= When he heard you use your softer voice the first time he nearly choked
= Normally your voice is kind of medium in pitch, and you’re pretty boisterous with your speaking volume (he loves that you’re so passionate God bless)
= But the first time the two of you went to a semi-nice restaurant together on a date
= All of a sudden your voice was so soft and high?
= After that he noticed that your voice tends to go high like that when you’re around people you don’t know well and want to respect
= He thinks it’s so cute, especially since you don’t even seem to realize you’re doing it
= He is glad that you feel comfortable enough around him to use your normal voice though


= When you started to help her around the cafe, she noticed that your tone of voice was a lot more calm and collected than it normally was
= Which isn’t a bad thing, especially when dealing with customers, but she was used to hearing your voice accented with your excitement
= When she asks you about it you tell her that you try really hard to keep your voice to indoor levels because you want to make her business look as good as possible
= (She swears she didn’t tear up when you said that but you k n o w)
= She’ll take your hand, give it a squeeze, and smile brightly while she tells you, “Our Cafe, MC, will benefit the most when we both give it our all with who we naturally are”
= God bless


= He hadn’t gotten the chance to hear your “Animal” voice before the party since Elizabeth had been missing while you were at his pent house.
= However, he DID get to hear it the first time you stayed over after the party
= He’d just come back from the kitchen with some tea
= (yes, he can make tea, pancakes, and some other necessities but to Jumin he shouldn’t normally waste time cooking because he’s not a chef and then it wouldn’t be the best okay I digress)
= When he has to stop in his tracks because
= Goodness, what on earth kind of voice were you using to talk to Elizabeth?
= “My, Precious, what beautiful fur you haveses…It would be a shame if someone tooks it from you, yes it would-”
= “MC what are you doing?”
= “Oh hey Jumin, I’m just talking to Elizabeth haha”
= “…???”
= You can tell he’s confused by something, and then you realize it was probably the voice you were using, so you decide to have mercy on this poor confused man
= You explain to him how you always mimic Smeagol from Lord of the Rings when you talk to animals because it’s funny and makes you laugh
= After hearing that it’s just a joke he relaxes (lmao Jumin what did you think it was?) and gives you your tea while sitting next to you
= “I’m glad I put extra honey in yours then, it sounds like it would hurt your throat if done too much” (bless him)


= He already had a bunch of mini cacti scattered around his house before you moved in with him
= Then it was Mini Cacti squared
= The two of you treat them like they’re your children God bless
= He noticed early on that you tend to talk to them, and with an English accent no less
= When he asked you about it you just said that you read somewhere that talking to plants helps them grow better
= (completely not answering the accent part lol)
= He just nodded, smiled at you, and kissed your forehead because that’s so cute awww
= (He starts doing it too bless)


= Whenever you do any sort of housework
= He noticed that you use a robot voice to continuously monologue what you’re doing
= He thinks it’s absolutely the greatest thing ever lmao it makes him laugh so hard
= (He totally doesn’t make a huge mess just so you’ll monologue angrily at him whhhaaaaattt)
= Will respond to you in the same way lol
= (Cue Vanderwood walking in, seeing the two of you acting like robots, and looking in a random direction like they’re looking at the camera in the office)


= Liste,,,n
= This is gonna be a wild ride
= So the first time ya’ll were ever cuddling and just kind chilling with one another
= He was like “Hey what movie do you want to watch?”
= And he was like “??? Aight babe”, thinking it was just a one time thing or whatever, just you being funny
= How wrong he was
= You use that voice on every date or anything involving the two of you, whether you’re telling him you love him or ask him for something or anything
= And he’s super confused but he’s thinking it’s probably an elaborate practical joke by you to see how long it’ll take him to crack, and he absolutely refuses
= It’s not until Saeyoung is hanging around the two of you one day that he learns the truth
= “Hey MC, why do you talk to Saeran like that?”
= “??? Like what Saeyoung?”
= You legitimately had NO idea what he was talking about
= Saeran doesn’t know how to feel other than proud that he stuck it out to the end

anonymous asked:

Do you think there could be a child section in the casino? I think you hear kids cheering in Hopus Pocus’s battle.

Tbh I didn’t think that they’d have one in the Devil’s Casino - in real life, some casinos do have childcare or kids drop-off areas where people put their kids there. It… gives me a somber mood, especially when a kid is still there at 4 am in the morning, or that the staffs actually recognize one of the kids bc they were in there so much.

But I went to take a listen to Hopus’s fight and yeah you’re right! Perhaps they do have a kids section, and since the bun man is a chef in my design, I’d think he’d be familiar with the kids since he’d be delivering meals to them! They’d love his magic tricks and all 666 pet doves he has 

Mornings with Harrison

Okay so I just thought of a thing and you can all feel free to hate me after this bc I hate myself too (ps: this is my first time posting something I’ve written so if you have anything you think I should work on I’m opening to any constructive criticism!)

•okay but imagine you’re dating Harrison ( wow what a concept )

•and it’s the morning after a wild night for you two 😏

•and you wake up to find that Harrison isn’t beside you anymore

•but you smell something really sweet in the air

•so you throw on one of Harrison’s tshirts (wow goals ajakddj) and head towards the kitchen because that’s where the smell is coming from

•and you walk in to find Harrison at the stove cooking something

•you kinda giggle to yourself because as much as you love Harrison he isn’t the greatest chef

•you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso and kiss between his shoulder blades and nuzzle your face into his back

* “Whatcha making there haz?”

* “Pancakes because I know they’re your favourite and I love you”

* “Mmm. Smells good babe”

•and he turns around wrapping his arms around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead making you giggle

* “God you’re so adorable. I love you Y/N”

* “I love you too haz” and you kiss him softly

* “They should be ready now love, how about you fix us some tea and I’ll plate them up for us”

*wow I want to die*

•so you go and make tea for you both and Harrison plates the pancakes with fruits and maple syrup and icing sugar bc that boy has a huge sweet tooth

•you sit down together and Harrison places a kiss on your temple

* “Bon appétit ma belle” (Harrison speaking french wow my lil french heart is crying)

•you smile at him and take a bite of the pancake on your plate as Harrison stares at you waiting for your approval

•you pucker your lips together and turn to Harrison only to see him frown

* “You don’t like it do you love?” He says disappointed

* “They aren’t bad haz! They are just really sweet. How much sugar did you put in it?”

* “As much as the recipe said to!”

* “Did you use actual measuring spoons and cups?” You ask laughing, knowing very well that your boyfriend doesn’t know what those are

* “Uh…. no. Sorry darling”

•you laugh pulling Harrison in for a kiss

* “It’s okay haz, I appreciate you trying for me. Thank you”

•he gives you a thankful smile and kisses you back, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both enjoy each other’s company that morning.

Haha I hate myself for this

Tagging @zendmylife & @aliedelanie bc they both told me to post this and i love them ☺️❤️

Stardust Cafe

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE! To celebrate, I’m posting the first chapter of a slowburn, klance, cafe AU that I’m co-authoring with an irl friend! We’ve had this idea for a while, and we’re really excited to share it with you! The first chapter is the only one that’ll be entirely up here, but I’ll make posts whenever it updates. The entire fic will be posted here on my AO3!

Summary: Keith didn’t expect much when he took a job at his brother’s cafe. And he definitely didn’t expect to meet a group of amazing people that would forever change his life as a result.

Lance didn’t expect to actually befriend his new coworker with an 80′s mullet and absolutely no people skills whatsoever.

Neither of them expected to fall in love.

Chapter One

Getting a job at his older brother’s cafe wasn’t Keith’s idea.

Dropping out of college earlier that year was the best decision he had ever made, but he should’ve known it wouldn’t come without consequences. Those consequences being, namely, dealt out by his brother, Shiro.

Granted, he was supportive of Keith’s decision, but he hadn’t counted on Shiro insisting that he do something with his life.

As far as Keith was concerned, getting his life together and figuring out exactly what he wanted to do should take pretense over actually doing something, but Shiro clearly disagreed.

“You have to get a job,” he’d pointed out. “You’ve incurred a lot of debt since you dropped out of school. You know I support you, but you need some way of earning money while you figure everything out.”

And so Keith had reluctantly agreed to get a job at Stardust Cafe, which was owned by Shiro himself.

Keith didn’t know the exact details, but the previous owner, Alfor something, had left it to Shiro when he passed away, as he’d worked there for all of college and part of high school, and knew he wanted to work in the restaurant business. And, with an incredible stroke of (admittedly bad) luck, Shiro had exactly what he wanted.

This was how Keith ended up pushing open the door to the Cafe, and jumping slightly at the unexpected jingle of bells. He’d never actually been inside Shiro’s cafe before, despite constantly being pestered to go.

He glanced around at the circular tables and chairs in the other half of the shop, and at the back was an elevated platform, that looked almost like a stage, with more seating. That side was separated with an open wall, and Keith looked toward the front.

A few people were standing in line, waiting by the counter. A chalkboard menu behind it listed the food options, and Keith could see the door into the kitchen behind the people working there.

He had vaguely expected Shiro, but he was surprised to find the person standing at the cash register was much younger, probably about Keith’s own age, with dark hair, eyes, and skin. Admittedly, he was kind of cute.

Keith definitely hadn’t thought he’d meet any cute guys because of this job.

The guy behind the counter was glaring down at the cash register as if it had personally offended him, before he turned around and called into the kitchen. “Pidge! I need your number skills!”

A scoff sounded from somewhere inside, and a… boy? girl? walked out carrying a textbook that looked as if it weighed more than her… him… them. They set the large textbook down on the counter, and glanced up at the tall guy.

“Lance, do I have to do everything for you?” Pidge asked, shaking their head.

The guy, who Keith now figured was named Lance, crossed his arms. “It’s not my fault that this cash register doesn’t even work.”

Pidge rolled their eyes. “It works fine, you just don’t know how to use it.” To prove this, they stepped forward and pressed a few buttons before handing change to the waiting customer, a girl with large hoop earrings and a pixie cut, smiling as she left. “Seriously, I’m surprised Shiro doesn’t fire you. This is the easiest job here, and you can’t even do it without my help.”

“I’m surprised Shiro doesn’t fire you,” Lance shot back, as he took money from the next customer before handing it to Pidge. “You spend all your shifts doing physics homework.”

Pidge laughed, handing change back to the customer, along with a muffin from a display case that Lance gave them. “Taking AP Physics sophomore year has its consequences,” they admitted. “But I pick up everyone’s slack. Plus, Shiro likes me, and you all know I need the cash.”

Lance nodded grudgingly, and then his gaze swiveled to Keith, which is when the latter conveniently realized that there was no longer anyone in front of him.

Lance’s eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, which drew Keith’s attention to them. He saw that Lance’s eyes, which he had originally thought to be brown, were actually a deep navy blue.

Keith was about to ask to see the manager, when Lance leaned forward across the counter with a smirk, propping his chin up on his hand. And then, he winked.

Keith’s brain short-circuited.

“Do you have a map?” Lance asked, still smirking, and Keith was so surprised that he almost admitted that yes, he did have a map. But Lance was talking again before he could. “Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

Keith felt his face begin to flame in spite of himself, and there was an audible groan from Pidge. “These one-liners just keep getting worse,” they grumbled.

Lance sighed. “You’re the worst wingman… well, wingperson ever Pidge.”

Pidge sniffed in mock resentment, before cracking a grin. “I don’t remember agreeing to be your wingperson,” they deadpanned, before turning back to a still blushing Keith. “What can I get for you?”

“I…” Keith took a moment to collect himself. “I need to see the manager.”

Lance didn’t miss a beat. “Normally people try our food before they demand to see the manager to complain about it,” he pointed out, still wearing that infuriating smile.

Pidge snorted. “He’s probably going to complain about you, Lance. Didn’t Shiro warn you to stop flirting with all the customers?”

“I’m not a customer,” Keith said, without thinking. “The manager… Shiro’s my… I just need to talk to him, okay?”

“I’ll go see if he’s in the kitchen,” Pidge said, still seeming confused.

“What’re you here for, anyways?” Lance asked, lifting a smoothie (that Keith hadn’t even noticed until now) to take a sip. “If you’re not buying any of our delicious food, I mean. The chef is my roommate, I can personally vouch for him.”

“I’m supposed to start working today, actually.”

Lance nearly choked on his smoothie. “What the fuck?!”

Keith wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just waited for the taller boy to elaborate.

“Did I miss the help wanted sign? You can’t just… there isn’t a job opening!” Lance protested, throwing his hands up in the air as if the world had to be playing a trick on him. “Mierda, first Allura starts working at the counter sometimes, and now this!”

“Well, someone has to pick up your slack, Lance,” a new voice said, and Keith turned to see a woman coming out of the seating area. She had thick, curly white hair done in an elegant bun, and her skin was dark and smooth. She carried an empty tray in each hand, with a pen tucked behind her ear.

“You guys act like I’m the only one that slacks off around here,” Lance muttered under his breath. “Allura, would you please tell this idiot that there aren’t any job openings?”

“That idiot is my brother, Lance,” yet another person spoke, but thankfully Keith knew this one. Shiro had stepped out of the kitchen, followed by Pidge.

Lance’s gaze swiveled back and forth from Shiro to Keith. “This is your little brother Keith?” Shiro nodded. “But… you always talk about how cool he is! You said he has a motorcycle!“

“I do have a motorcycle?” Keith didn’t mean for it to be a question, but the confusion he felt seeped into his voice.

Lance waved a dismissing hand at him. “Sure, but you also have a mullet, and that negates any coolness factor you might have possessed, motorcycle or no.”

“Excuse me?”

Shiro sighed. “Regardless of his hairstyle choices, Keith is my brother, and he’ll be working here with us starting today. That’s not going to be a problem, is it, Lance?”

“I was wondering why you decided to bring everyone in today,” Pidge was already nodding, extending a hand to Keith. “I’m Pidge. Yes, I’m short. Don’t make jokes about it and we’ll get along fine. They/them pronouns, and if you disagree with that sort of thing, then that’s tough for you. Still in high school, by the way, but I’m broke so I started working here. That’s pretty much all you need to know.”

Keith shook their hand, mind trying to process what Pidge had said so quickly. “Uh… great?”

Pidge grinned, and retreated back into the kitchen. “I’ll go get the others.”

“I’m Allura,” the woman who’d walked in earlier chimed in. “This used to be my father’s cafe, but Shiro and Coran own it now… though Coran hates being in charge, which makes Shiro the manager. We have a pretty small staff, and I’m typically the one who waits tables. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Shiro fixed Lance with an expectant look, and he crossed his arms before glancing up at Keith with an annoyed glare.

“You’re shorter than I thought you’d be,” Lance informed him. “Shiro made it sound like you were some rebellious tough guy.”

Lance,” Shiro insisted, narrowing his eyes. He sighed, defeated, and shook Keith’s hand.

“The name’s Lance,” he deadpanned. “I work behind the counter.”

That seemed like all he wanted to say, but fortunately for Keith two more people were coming out of the kitchen.

“I’m Hunk,” said the bigger guy, with a friendly smile. He wore a bright yellow apron that was positively covered in flour. Almost the second he was out, Lance leaned an elbow on his shoulder. Hunk sighed fondly. “I’m the chef. I made the majority of what you see here myself.”

“I made some of it,” the other man, an older guy with a mustache, pointed out. “I’m Coran. I help out in the kitchen, but mostly I make drinks.”

“You… make cocktails?” Keith asked, confusion only rising.

Coran barked out a laugh. “Of course not! Smoothies, milkshakes, coffee, tea, and all those things take time to perfect, young man.”

“Well, you’ve met everyone,” Shiro clapped a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Now you can get to bussing tables. It’s something we’ve all shared the responsibility for, but having someone to do the job by themselves is probably the best course of action.”

Keith nodded. He was a very clean person, and he’d told Shiro that he’d only work at the cafe if he didn’t have to deal with food or people.

“Oh, thank god,” Lance breathed out, before Keith could say anything. “He’s just going to be a busboy.”

Keith scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Lance threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m just glad you aren’t taking my job, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, Lance, you’re the only one charming enough to ensure that customers always return,” Allura said, her voice walking that thin line between detectable sarcasm and sincerity.

Lance squinted at her, but either decided she was being honest or didn’t care, because he just winked. Then, he grabbed Hunk’s arm and dragged him back into the kitchen.

“You all seem very… nice,” Keith searched for the right words. “I guess I might like working here.”

“You’ll fit right into our dysfunctional family,” Pidge guaranteed with another grin.

“You hit on him, didn’t you?” Hunk asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lance groaned, and buried his face in his hands. “It’s not my fault! Did you see his eyes, Hunk? Those are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen!”

Hunk shook his head. “You said the same thing about that brunette last week.”

“But I mean it this time,” Lance sighed dramatically, collapsing into Hunk’s shoulder. “And now I have to deal with him every day. He’s probably decided that he hates me already!”

“Relax. You’ve hit on regular customers before, why is this any different?” Hunk tried for encouragement. “Shay forgave you after that atrocious thing you said when you two first met! What was it again…? Something about sedimentary rock—”

Lance smacked a hand over Hunk’s mouth. “I’d rather not go down memory lane for all my past romantic failures, thank you, Hunk,” he grumbled. “It was such a good line, too! One of my favorites!”

“He works here now, sure, but he’s not going to hate you just because of a stupid pick-up line.”

“Pick-up lines aren’t stupid!” Lance cried, clutching a hand to his chest as if wounded. “And even if he doesn’t hate me, I’m not sure I like him all that much. He kind of seems like a jerk.”

“Which, I’m sure, is why you used one of your favorite lines on him,” Hunk said, voice laced with sarcasm. Lance felt his face turn bright red.

“I didn't— I just— okay, FINE! He’s hot! What else do you want me to say?”

Hunk laughed. “I thought you said his mullet negated any sort of cool factor he had?”

“He’s not cool,” Lance protested, shoving Hunk back towards the stove. “But… he kind of… pulls it off I guess? Which you are forbidden from ever telling him, or I will disown you as a best friend and move in with Pidge. After all, the guy still acts like an asshole.”

Hunk just laughed again, returning to making a grilled cheese that a customer had requested. But, as Lance was about to return to the register, he whirled around, grinning.

“I remember now!” he declared, excitedly. “The first time we met Shay was in the winter, when she came to get tea because of a cold, remember? I mean, now she gets it every day, but she was really bundled up, with a scarf and jacket and everything!”

“Oh no—”

“And you said, ‘girl are you a sedimentary rock?’” Hunk did a terrible impression of Lance’s voice, aiming finger guns at his best friend in mockery of Lance’s own behavior. “‘Because I’d love to see what’s under all those layers.’ And she was so surprised she couldn’t respond, so I came out of the kitchen to apologize.”

Lance smacked his head deliberately on the doorframe on the way out, only to meet the confused gaze of Keith. Great, now Shiro’s brother thought he was crazy, too.

It was going to be a long day for the both of them.