I have arrived in heaven and it’s snowing outside and I couldn’t be happier!!!! If you are ever in NYC make sure to stop by Housing Works Bookstore and Cafe because it’s magnificent and I never wanna leave
“What are you staring at?” You chuckled, peering over the book you were reading to meet your boyfriend Namjoon’s gaze. It wasn’t unusual for him to stare, in fact it was rather ordinary. His eyes immediately pulled away from yours, wide with embarrassment as he pretended to work on his MacBook.
“Nothing.” He smiled shyly, his dimples piercing his cheeks in the most breathtaking way.
Despite being together for almost four years, your chest still bloomed at the littlest of things. His dimples, the way he would frown and chew his plump lips when he concentrated, how he could never write something down without ink finding a way to stain his hand. He was the leader of a famous Kpop group, Bangtan - or as they were more popularly and internationally known as; BTS. The two of you met in a small independent bookstore in Hongdae, Seoul. His charismatic charms and shy, sensitive personality won you over in a heartbeat, and you hadn’t looked back since.
brought to you by my absolute lack of chill and undying love for this huge nerd
has a favorite coffee shop in almost every part of manhattan. they are never chains and usually have weird/quirky shit on their menu, but the coffee is always amazing. he is absolutely That Guy who will tell you Starbucks is overpriced, shit-quality coffee.
despite that: Gregory’s is his guilty pleasure. He fucking loves Gregory’s coffee. He and his moms and his sister did one of their coffee seminars once and he will rant about it for hours even if it turned him into a Coffee Snob.
Pottermore sorted him into Gryffindor and he had a literal fucking identity crisis because he convinced himself for years he was a Ravenclaw (because he’s a Chill Intellectual). told his sister and she laughed her ass off because “are you fucking kidding me you get pissed so easily and you will literally fight about shit for hours you are made of lies” “you’re made of lies” “do you want to have this fight again”)
speaking of his sister, let me tell you my Farah Nurse feels
she’s four years and five grades ahead of him; they’ve never been in the same school
their relationship is simultaneously overprotective, sappy, and chirpy as fuck
Nursey would never offer to fight a dude who messed with her but only because he knows she can do it herself and also he’s slightly fucking scared of her
getting a Master’s at NYU in Humanities and Social Thought
we’re getting off track but I’m Love Her
back to my sweet hipster poet son Derek
has a sixth sense for finding secondhand and independent bookstores and is physically incapable of walking past one without going in
this has caused significant delays to a lot of family outings
they learn to budget for it
“Farah, where’s your brother–oh, never mind. Derek, I’m starting the clock you have ten minutes and that means if we pass another one you’ll have less time.”
is actually? terrible?? at regulating his temperature. like he’ll be hot one second and cold ten seconds later. it’s why he always dresses in layers.
Farah is always cool and Room Temperature. Derek hates her.
no he doesn’t.
doesn’t eat a lot of meat really ever? his ammi keeps halal but his mama’s not big on meat at all (“It’s not good for the planet, baby” “Ammi, Mama’s ranting about global warming again!”) so they don’t really have meat at home so by the time he gets to andover he’s used to eating vegetarian or fish most of the time, and he’ll eat chicken occasionally but he doesn’t really eat red meat bc he lost the taste for it and he never eats pork.
if asked, he’ll tell people his favorite poet is Neruda, because people get the name recognition, and Neruda is up there with on his faves list. but Farah gets him a bilingual edition of Reinaldo Arenas’s poetry before she leaves for Andover and he reads the whole thing and something inside him just–clicks.
he’s not sure if he’s never going to breathe again or if his lungs just never worked right before now, but it’s the most beautiful feeling he’s ever had
Jyn Erso runsPartisan Books, an independent communist bookstore in New York’s Lower East Side, a shop that her mother Lyra ran before her.
At night, Jyn’s guilty pleasure is chatting online. Over the past few months, under the handle “Stardust,” she’s started chatting and exclusively emailing “a friend” who she’s met online who calls himself “Fulcrum.” There’s a hitch, though. There are boundaries to their online relationship: no specifics, including no names, careers, class information, or family details.
It turns out that “Fulcrum” is Cassian Andor, a VP at Rebellion Books, an online book sales juggernaut that specializes in leftist literature, and whose parent company, Alliance LLC, wants to buy out small bookshops like Jyn’s in order to bring together like-minded booksellers under one umbrella in order to fight the creep of fascism.
At a reading by the up-and-coming nonfiction memoirist, Bodhi Rook, Jyn and Cassian finally meet in person. They take an immediate liking to one another, until Jyn finds out who Cassian works for and what they are trying to do to her bookstore. Then it’s nothing but hate.
They continue to email each other anonymously, falling in love slowly, and not knowing the other’s identity until one day Jyn decides that “Stardust” and “Fulcrum” should finally meet. On a rainy evening, they are supposed to finally meet at Kyber Coffee in Soho. While they wait to meet each other, they clash, and Cassian slowly realizes that Jyn and Stardust are one in the same.
How will they overcome their conflicts? Can they be friends or more than friends if Jyn finds out the truth?
Image: Peter Reynolds,
owner of Blue Bunny Books in Dedham, Mass. (Robin Lubbock/WBUR)
Amazon has opened its latest brick-and-mortar bookstore in Dedham,
Mass. (its first on the East Coast). But Peter Reynolds, who owns an
independent bookstore just up the road, isn’t too worried.
He says, “At first my heart sort of sunk a bit, but I
realized quickly the response from our friends was: ‘What you have in your
independent bookstore is very, very different than what Amazon is providing.’ And
I think that we’re going to be OK.“
So on saturday i left my bookstore open an extra half hour for this first-time customer who literally spent like 2 and ½ hours looking at books
And she ended up having a similar taste in books to me and signing up for our customer list and also promising to bring in like 10 boxes of mythology books to donate, which is AMAZING, right?
Fast forward to today. I’m at my “real” job and highlights include 2 residents falling, multiple family members being rude to staff, a bunch of call-outs, it was just not a good time and it was 12 hours of negativity and stress tbh.
So I get home and this customer from Saturday had gone out of her way to email my bookstore this article by Neil Gaiman for me (because I’d mentioned he was my favorite on Saturday) and to thank me - by name - for keeping the store open, even though I’d just met her that one time??
And it honestly made my day so much. Like god bless indy bookstores. The stuff that happens there and the people in them cannot be replaced, and there’s a damn good reason I want to keep working there even though I have a Career* now.
Summary: An angel/demon AU featuring demon!Bucky and angel!Reader based on this request:
Pairings: Bucky x reader
Warnings: Religious imagery, probably some blasphemy, language, unprotected (graphic) sex
Word Count: 2,915
A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. I kinda got carried away with this one. I do hope it’s okay? (.gif has nothing to do with the story. I just like staring at it)
What happens when an angel knocks up a demon? You get a devilishly handsome half-breed with angelic charm and passion like hellfire running through his veins—you get me. Maybe I’m not as impressive as Lucifer, I didn’t fall from grace, I didn’t cut off my wings to spite my father—I never had wings—but I am more impressive than other demons. I’m stronger, smarter…just overall, I’m better. My unique position comes with perks from Luci, but jeers from full-blood demons. They say I’m not pure, that I have a disgusting heavenly glow about me. They say I don’t belong in Hell.