keurig machines

My darling @blacktofade‘s birthday was, uh, two months ago, so here I am, ten years late with her birthday present. ILU BB!! If this lil au seems like it should be a full-length fic, that’s because it desperately tried to be, and I had to keep chopping at it to keep it under control, like some kind of rouge hedge on meth. (Now on AO3!)

In the hours after the fight, Stiles drives and drives and drives. At first it’s late, and then it’s so late that it’s early, but he keeps on driving, fueled by anger, mostly in silence, though somewhere around the middle of Pennsylvania he thaws enough to put on some music. He stops at a rest stop just past the Ohio border to get a breakfast sandwich, and as he sits at a dirty table and eats, he thinks: shit.

Doubt begins creeping into his thoughts; maybe he’d been too hasty. Maybe he should have given Jay a chance to explain - but no, no, fuck that. He’d always made it really fucking clear that if their relationship ever got to the point where cheating seemed like a good option, he’d rather just be broken up with and yet look what fucking happened. Stiles scoffs scornfully, chucking the wrapper to his sandwich in a nearby trash can. Two and a half years down the drain.

Refreshed by a new wave of anger, Stiles heads back to his car and gets back on the highway. He manages to wrangle his phone from his pocket and, ignoring the multiple text and missed call notifications, he calls his dad, who picks up with a sigh.

“You know what time it is?” his dad asks, and Stiles looks at his dash guiltily. He’s been so worked up that he forgot about the time difference - or the fact that even on the east coast, it’s early, the sun barely above the horizon.

“Sorry,” Stiles says with a wince. “I’ll call back later.”

“It’s fine,” Dad says with another sigh. “I just got home from an overnight shift. Everything all right? You’re not usually up before ten.”

Stiles opens his mouth and then closes his mouth, startled by the raw ache in his eyes.

“Stiles?” his dad presses, somehow gentle and sharp at the same time; Stiles is worrying him.

“I’m - ” Stiles clears his throat, tapping his fingers against the wheel. “Um. How would you feel about me moving home for a while?”

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As long as I’m going through my camera, here’s a picture from last year of an oddish planter. :) Hand-cast in blue resin from a sculpture I made, with a hand-painted face, sealed with a matte varnish and UV-protective spray. He’s designed to fit a recycled K-cup (from Keurig coffee machines) as a seedling planter.

Oddish is  under-appreciated, they’re cuties. :)

I saw S today!!

I was giving tours around my school and when I finished up I circled back to his class just to wave through the window. When he saw me he got a huge smile on his face and he waved me in, but he looked a little disgruntled when my friends also followed me in (so was I like guys do you not get the hint). Anyways though, he really only talked to me despite my friends’ efforts to talk to him.

We had our usual chats and shared banter, and wound up talking for about 10 minutes. He looked so good, all tanned and it looked like he had been working out cos his arms were massive (they always are but hot damn). The best part was when he was talking about putting in a Keurig machine, and my friends said that he’d end up with students like them asking to use it all the time, and he said he would just have a strict policy against anyone else using it. But then I said that I would try to use it too, and he literally smirked at me and goes “You know I’d always make an exception for you,” like I actually died, even my friends made comments about it after we left. It was honestly so great and he’s still super playful and he remembered so much of what I’ve told him, it was amazing 🙈

Thank you for listening!!

The Lady in Red (2/?)

Title: The Lady in Red (2/?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Words: 1789
Warnings: Possible abuse, starvation, loss of memory due to traumatic events, fluff (for later)

(Part 1)

The woman slept for the rest of the day and through the night. Steve wanted to stay close in case she woke up suddenly but Bruce said it would be a while. She was completely exhausted from whatever ordeal she had gone through. Still, Steve was hesitant to leave and ended up bringing a laptop and his files into her room and started working on his mission reports while she slept. He caught a couple hours of sleep in the chair but mostly just watched over her, thankful for super solider cells that don’t need the regeneration sleep provides on a regular basis.

The next morning, he was sipping a cup of coffee that Nat had brought him, when her eyes fluttered open. She turned and stared at him, not showing as much fear as before, but still had a wariness in her eyes.

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edendaphne  asked:

For the "Ways To Say I Love You" prompt.... maybe Ninette for #14? (or Adrino, whichever you're feeling more atm. I just really love Nino) XD

14. a whisper in the ear; accepting prompts 

His ears are sore–the music last night a tad bit too loud, but in Nino’s defense, the club was lit and he kept the crowd dancing all night. 

But it’s a Sunday morning, the scent of coffee and toast warming the air. He reads the morning headlines in peaceful silence as he readies himself to bum for the whole day. 

The bedroom opens with a slight thud and feet pitter patter into the kitchen. His partner opens the cabinet and gets a coffee mug and turns on the Keurig machine. 

As coffee drips into the mug, two strong arms wrap around him, Adrien’s voice sleepy in his ear. “Good morning. Love you,” he says quietly.

Nino kisses his palm. “Love you too.” 


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Summary: Jeremy loves thunderstorms. He loves Michael, too.

Notes: sooo i was inspired by @rantaboutbees‘s post about jeremy loving thunderstorms!! so enjoy some boyf riends drinking hot cocoa and making out!! <3

The telltale sound of rain pitter-pattering on his bedroom window was enough incentive to get Jeremy Heere out of bed. It was 6 PM on a Sunday and he should have been doing his homework instead of laying in bed playing Pokemon Sun. He was being irresponsible. He was being lazy. Overall, and perhaps more accurately, he was being super depressed. A thunderstorm was just what he needed to shake him from such a state, and the Earth had been kind enough to give him just that.

Jeremy loved thunderstorms. They were dark and cold and forced you to retreat indoors, where you could curl up under your blankets and drink apple cider. They were comforting in a way that probably seemed weird to most people, but Jeremy didn’t care. When he rolled out of bed and drew back his window curtain, the sight of dark clouds layered thickly against the sky sent a spark of excitement up his spine.

There was a specific routine Jeremy liked to follow when a thunderstorm decided to creep into the sky of his little New Jersey town. 

Step one: put on Michael’s sweatshirt.

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Someone Else Callin’ You Baby

Author - Aingeal

Characters - Dean, Reader, Mentions of Sam & a male friend of the reader

Summary/Request - After telling her the truth about what he does for a living, Dean has to leave for a job. What happens when he comes back, and sees her leaving her house with another man??

Word Count - 1,569

Warnings - Angst I suppose…And a little fluff…I think that’s it though?
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Based on Luke Bryan’s Someone Else Calling You Baby 
Any indented text is a flashback :)
This was a challenge, but since I haven’t written any SPN lately, I figured I’d post here too :D

Story -

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Standing in my kitchen, running some hot tea through my fancy-schmancy keurig machine, I hear the front door open, followed by it being slammed closed.

I flinched a bit and heard heavy footsteps making their way through the house.


“Kitchen,” I responded, calling out. “And can you not yell, please?”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said as he walked into the room. “We need to talk.”

I turned around to face him, leaning my hands back on the counter, a bemused smile on my face.
Dean Winchester wants to talk? That’s a first.”

“I’m serious here, Y/N,” he sighed before frustratingly adding, “I deserve to know the truth.”

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Hard to Handle - Danny x Reader - Chapter 2.5 - NSFW

Series Name: Hard to Handle

Chapter Name: Morning Star

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Word Count: 865

Parts: 1 | 2 | (2.5) | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

A/N: “Plot was out, masturbation in.” - S.K. 

Finally getting something out! Sorry for the wait. I love y’all! This chapter is Mature bc of a sex dream. 

You pressed your head back into your pillows and clenched your sheets in tightly balled fists, looking for any sort of purchase as a low moan escaped your throat.

You had laughed when Danny borrowed one of your ponytail holders to pull his hair back into a messy ponytail, but there was no laughter on your lips now.

The warm, wet heat of his mouth was all you could comprehend, all you knew—All you wanted to know.

He nipped at your thigh and you were forced back into reality, opening your eyes to see him staring at you intently.

“Do not look away.”

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Hey, everyone! I’m not typically one to ask for help or even talk much about my personal life beyond vague posts, but my family and I have recently fallen on some hard times and I’m getting a little desperate so I’m having an art sale!! I have original watercolor and acrylic paintings for sale as well as offering personalized commissions! Examples of my art and style can be seen above and my new art Instagram account! Prices are negotiable, as like I said I’m desperate. A little background info for everyone:

I’m a 20 year old mentally ill, queer, Hispanic transmasc/gender neutral person from south Florida. I’m polyamorous and have two amazing partners. I also have 6 meowy fur babies and 2 scaly noodles.
I’ve been mentally ill all of my life. I have chronic depression, chronic insomnia, severe anxiety and social anxiety, psychosis (severe paranoia with delusions, auditory hallucinations, and mild visual hallucinations), and borderline personality disorder (BPD). Because of all of this I have an incredibly hard time with day-to-day living; a job has been out of the realm of possibilities for me for over a year now. My partner Trevor (@noosance) has been keeping us afloat with some savings he had but our account has reached $9. My other partner Laura (@awhhorable) is a full-time substitute teacher but with it being summer she has been out of a job until school begins late August. Trevor will also be a substitute starting late August. Both her and Trevor have been applying for jobs like crazy and no one is hiring. Trevor drives Lyft but with our finances he can’t afford gas to be able to drive, and when he can he makes $30 in 8 hours (seriously, don’t buy into their advertising). We haven’t been able to afford groceries in weeks and any little money we’ve gotten has been put toward our car payment and gas, food and supplies for our pets, and water/electricity bills.

Bringing us to the main point, my family and I are facing homelessness. Our lease is up August 3rd, 2017, and as it stands we cannot afford a new home. We’re currently trying to sell off nearly all of our furniture, electronics, and miscellaneous small appliances. I’m offering art and commissions for seriously low prices to help my family as much as I can. Trevor and Laura take amazing care of me and I want to do anything I can to keep my family safe and sheltered.


- I specialize in watercolor&ink pieces as well as acrylic paint. My pieces are known to be abstract and macabre.
- As I’m selling original pieces, purchases will be hand mailed out by me. Unfortunately I have to keep it within the US as I cannot afford international shipping. Because of the above I will need a shipping address or P.O box to mail out pieces to you.
- I can accept payment via PayPal or SquareCash.
- Prices are highly negotiable but I have to be able to cover shipping cost/cost of supplies/cost of labor so please be courteous when discussing prices!
- Watercolor pieces/commissions are typically 9"x12" and run around $20+ depending on detail/complexity of the piece. Smaller sizes are available for a cheaper price!
- I have various types of canvases and sizes so acrylic painting commissions will need to be discussed in a bit of detail before price can be determined. Acrylic paintings are much larger than my watercolor pieces so that is something to keep in mind.

I understand that even $20 is a lot to ask of someone, but I promise I will/have put my entire heart and soul into whatever piece you buy. I can provide many more examples of my art upon request and will be adding more pieces to my Instagram account as the days go on! Donations are not asked or expected at ALL but if you have even $0.10 you don’t need and would like to pass on it is GREATLY appreciated.

I’m at the very end of my rope here, y'all. I have never had a chance at stability or happiness and I’ve finally found it within my little family. Please share and signal boost this. I really need help and I appreciate every single one of you who take a second to read this and hit reblog. I’m willing to message with any of you who have further questions about my situation, illnesses, or art. I tried to keep this as short as possible. I’m sorry for such a long post.

My paypal is:
My SquareCash is:$Judahfajardo

As I mentioned above I’m selling some electronics and small appliances such as a Nikon camera with various accessories, an iPad, coffee grinder, keurig coffee machine, slow cooker, etc. I’m willing to sell and mail out these items as well.

All of my love and gratitude,

On tonight’s edition of unrelenting insomniac thoughts: This one throw away line in this one scene that only serves to set up that something is rotten in the state of Riverdale that I’m pretty sure has haunted only me.

(Is Riverdale a state? is that established yet? or is it like Puerto Rico or Guam, a territory picked up from the Spanish years ago that isn’t a state and just hangs there in limbo and pays taxes without representation in direct conflict with the us constitution? or is it just a weird offshoot of Alaska or Vermont that the states refuse to talk to or about during family reunions?  They have maple trees and snow in Vermont, right?)

This scene gets so much more depressing and telling once you know F.P. has been coerced into playing the fall guy for Clifford Blossom and, unfortunately for my brain, raises a million more questions that I fear will never be answered.  (Literally, there’s like, at least thirty questions that i know will never be answered without at least a season dedicated solely to F.P. Jones II and the mystery of why he looks so much better scruffy and slightly manic.)

Like, how long has F.P. been ‘playing his part’ of the town drunk? Fred made a comment about F.P. stealing, but I don’t recall anything him commenting about being an alcoholic (then again, the whole story seems to be written from Jughead’s p.o.v. and what he knows.  This is also the show that refused to say abortion or concede there’s anything harder than weed despite showing a dead, o’ded body in the last episode and continuing graft of political figures.  Which raises another question: Is sheriff an elected position in Riverdale? Is that why Roscoe Keller (is that his name?  I feel like he’s a Roscoe despite the entire internet telling me his first name is Sheriff) was biting at the bit to arrest someone for a murder, regardless of how tenuous a motive it is?  He needed election money from the Blossoms, much like Mayor McCoy, to fund his election campaign?  Or did Clifford merely promise him a new Keurig and pinball machine for the station? Was he so jealous of Riveradle high’s ample supply of coffee and coffee related accessories that he accepted money from Clifford?  I’ll bet he decided on a KISS pinball game.  He looks like a closet KISS fan.).

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The Affair II

a continuation to The Affair

for @mellarkberries. happy holidays hon! <3

Katniss’ hand shakes as she carefully sets her keys down on the table by the front door. Gale’s keys are missing, so she knows he’s not home. She’s not sure if she’s relieved or not. Right now she just feels numb.

Putting her purse down, she walks into their bedroom, into the bathroom. She’s careful to avoid looking at her reflection as she turns the shower on; she can’t face herself right now. She already knows her eyes are red and swollen, her cheeks wet, her hair disheveled and knotted. She touches her throat as an afterthought, suddenly worried about the possibility of incriminating bruises.

It doesn’t matter, though. Gale’s going to find out one way or another. She’s already resolved herself to telling him.

Stripping out of her clothes, she steps into the shower, under the hot spray. It feels good battering her muscles. She’s sore everywhere, her limbs pulled and twisted in every conceivable way.

The ache between her thighs is dull and punishing, but it’s nothing in comparison to the ache in her heart.

The sob is sudden, surprising, and Katniss closes her eyes, a fist pressed to her mouth, as she thinks about Peeta.

Peeta, who told her he’s in love with her.

Peeta, who begged her to stay with him, to leave Gale.

Peeta, who watched her run away, out of his apartment, away from him. Back to her husband.

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Cliff’s Edge, ch 12 (of 14)

Yes, you’re reading that right. Cliff’s Edge has gotten longer. This is not the final chapter. (But ch13 is nearly done with edits and will be up soon! You will like that. <3 )

(ch12 on ao3) (read from the beginning on ao3)

Rain or shine, strange bed or no, Alexei always wakes up at seven-thirty to work out before he starts the day.

However, he always wakes up at seven-thirty on the East coast. So the first time he emerges from sleep, he checks his phone and finds it’s four-twenty-two.

Fuck time zones,” he grumbles, and rolls over.

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Northeastern University Freshmen Packing List, 2015

Hello future Huskies!!

Now that July is about half way over, many of you are probably starting to think about packing up and moving to Boston for your freshmen year, since it’s only about ~a month and a half~ away. Pretty soon, it’s going to be time to plan the road trip route, buy your airfare, and make the hard decisions about what to bring to college.  Like Andy in Toy Story 3, you’ve got a whole room full of sentimental necessities/crap you never got rid of, and pretty soon you’ll have to decide what stays and what goes.

As surprised as you surely are, forgotten essentials oftentimes aren’t the problem that new freshmen face when they move to college.  Instead, it’s the overbearing monster of too much stuff that simply won’t fit in your residence hall which becomes the real challenge during Move-In Day.  So, before you go and buy the complete Dorm-Home Makeover set at your local Target, consult the below list for the things you should, should not, and should really think about bringing to college.

*Note: bolded things are things you should bring from home.  Everything else? Get it in Boston, unless you already own it/it’s easy to move. More info below.

Should Bring:

  1. Clothes - This is self-explanatory, but beware: oftentimes, pre-made college packing lists will get really specific about what to pack.  Don’t follow them.  You don’t need 10 nightshirts, 10 socks, and 4 different types of jackets: all you need are the clothes you regularly wear and you’ll be good to go.  If you have 30 pairs of jeans and only wear 2 of them, donate the rest and call it a day.  Make sure you have a few pairs of warm weather clothes, but remember that it will probably be between 20F - 60F during your entire freshmen year, so a mix of cool weather clothing is probably best.  At the end of the day, if you have a big winter jacket there’s nothing more you’ll desperately need.  Know that the built-in closets in freshmen residence halls are pretty big, so do bring all your favorite outfits….just don’t over do it. Gotta look chic, but also gotta save some space. 
  2. Rain Boots - I know this technically fits in the above category, but I can’t stress it enough: Boston is rainy in the fall, so you need to make sure you have more than a single pair of Toms to wear to class.
  3. Mirror - You wanna look good? Know that there isn’t a mirror in your room, and you probably won’t want to go to the bathroom every time you want to check yourself out. 
  4. Comforter - Make sure it’s warm! I recommend a Twin XL Down Duvet, and cheap duvet cover. You’ll thank me in the winter. 
  5. Twin XL sheet set. 
  6. One or two pillows 
  7. Twin XL Mattress Pad 
  8. School supplies - Since you won’t be at home, also remember to get things like hole punchers, tape, scissors, etc.! 
  9. Lamp - Whether it’s a floor lamp (which I recommend) or a desk lamp, you’ll find that most freshmen housing have fluorescent lights which aren’t always the best.  I have one collapsable floor lamp and it’s the only light I use. 
  10. Bulletin Board - Throughout the year, you’ll accumulate tons of papers, flyers, info brochures, etc. I used a bulletin board to organize everything over my desk, which also helped to save space and fill up empty walls. 
  11. Collapsable Clothes Hamper
  12. Laundry Bag 
  13. Laundry Detergent and Dryer Sheets
  14. Shower Caddy 
  15. Hangers
  16. Towels/washclothes 
  17. Bathrobe 
  18. Alarm Clock 
  19. Surge Protector 
  20. Extension Cord 
  21. Trash Can 
  22. Fan 
  23. Cleaning Supplies - Don’t go crazy with these, because it’s mostly for incidentals.  However, getting some Clorox Wipes or some Febreeze is usually a good idea. 

Maybe Bring, It’s Up to You:

  1. Area Rug - For me, this is absolutely something I needed since most freshmen residence halls have tile floors.  To protect you from the chill, I would definitely suggest a rug.  However, if you don’t think the tile will bother you, then save yourself the space and go without. 
  2. Iron/Ironing Pad - Only bring one of these if you frequently wear clothes that have to be ironed.  Otherwise, leave it at home. Some people would suggest you bring a hand steamer, but in my experience they don’t work that well. Also, note that I wrote an ironing pad, not an ironing board. Pads can just be laid on the floor, and take up way less space. 
  3. Posters/artwork - Good to have, but only in moderation.  Don’t bring every single movie poster for every single movie you’ve ever see.   
  4. Drying Rack for Clothes 
  5. iHome/Speakers for Music 
  6. Desk Organizers for Pens/Pencils/etc. 
  7. Hair Accessory Caddy for Blowdryers/Straighteners/etc. 
  8. Egg Crate - Highly recommended! Put it under your mattress pad and your bed will be extremely comfortable.  However, again, it’s definitely not necessary. 
  9. Throw Blanket
  10. Under-the-Bed Organizer Drawers - Usually a small, plastic chest of drawers or a series of bins, these are really the only pieces of “furniture” that you should be bringing. Everything else, the university will provide for you. 
  11. Keurig Machine - Remember, you’re not allowed to bring any other type of coffeemaker! 
  12. Photos of family and friends 
  13. Calendar or White Board 
  14. TV - Up to you, but definitely bring a small one if you want it (I’m talking like 15 inches).  You won’t have a ton of space to put it, you won’t be able to attach it to the wall, and you probably have Netflix on your computer anyway.  Know that your freshmen Common Room will have a TV in it that you can use, but if you do decide to have a TV in your room then the University will provide cable and premium channels for you for free. 
  15. Over-the-Door Hooks - Use it for towels or jackets or anything you’d like, but make sure it’s thick enough to fit over the door! 

Should Not Bring:

  1. Christmas Lights - Fire hazard (lame) and your RA will make you take them down. 
  2. Mini Fridge/Microwave - Fire hazard, you’re not allowed to bring your own.  If you want either, you can rent them both from the University for $100 for the entire year. Split it with your roommate. It’s a pretty good deal.
  3. Cooking Appliances of any kind - Doesn’t make sense, you don’t have a kitchen.  Also, your RA will make you get rid of them. 
  4. 3M Sticky Hooks - They don’t work on our walls!!! I don’t know if it’s the humidity or the type of paint, but they’ll all fall down and just won’t work. 
  5. Furniture - As said above, you won’t have space! The University will provide everything you will need. 
  6. Crazy Collections - I knew one girl who didn’t have space in her closet for the 19 designer bags she brought to school her freshmen year.  I also know someone who brought a whole bunch of succulents (you know? the plants?) as decoration, and was shocked when he didn’t have endless table space in which to arrange them.  Be very reasonable about any “extras” you bring, and remember: you’re living with another person. 
  7. Bedbug Repellant Anything - When you begin shopping, you’ll see that there are specialty college items sold to be “bedbug repellant.”  Because Northeastern provides all your own furniture, this isn’t a problem.  If you buy these bedbug repellant things, you’ll simply be wasting money. 
  8. Curtains - Just unnecessary, don’t bother. 
  9. Anything labelled as a “dorm accessory” - LOL don’t buy these things. Don’t be the freshman who shows up with a “dorm chandelier.”
  10. Bed Risers - At Northeastern, your beds will probably be lofted to 3 or 6 feet.  Do not bring your own risers, because a). you won’t be allowed to use them and b). if you do, your bed won’t sit in them right so your bed will probably collapse.  It’ll be like Step Brothers, except it won’t be funny and you’ll probably have to go to the ER. 
  11. Ironing Boards/Vaccuums/Large Cleaning Supplies - You won’t have space for these, and you don’t need them.  If you need a vacuum, you can borrow it from the RAs. 
  12. Books from Home - Now, if you have a few things left on your summer reading list, bring them.  However, between textbooks and everything else you’ll naturally acquire, know that you won’t want to be bringing a whole library with you.  Leave them at home. 
  13. Any kind of kitchen utensils - If you have a Keurig then bring a few mugs, but otherwise just limit yourself to paper plates and utensils.  Remember: you won’t have a sink in which to wash these dishes, other than in the bathroom! 
  14. Decorative Pillows - These will be thrown on the floor Day 1 and will never not be in your way again.  Kick’em to the curb. 
  15. Extra Chairs - Yeah beanbags are cool, but there isn’t room.  Those bungee chairs at Target are cool, but you’ll never actually sit in them.  Leave extra chairs at the store. 

Getting Stuff in Boston

  1. Bed, Bath, and Beyond - 401 Park Drive, Boston (Highly recommend the BB&B College Lay-Away Program! Go to your local store and ask about it)
  2. City Target - Opening in Fenway in August
  3. TruValue Economy - 219 Massachusetts Avenue, Boston 
  4. CVS - 231 Massachusetts Avenue, Boston

And there you have it! Do you think I forgot something? Is there something you have questions about? Let me know, send me a question, and good luck packing up! 

One eeeeeeasy way to go green.

Avoid using the Keurig coffee-pod machines. I think the concept is cool, but the single-use pods are the epitome of unnecessary waste. Opt for regular coffee-pot coffee. Even if they get recycled, the recycling process still consumes energy best left to other more necessary items.

scarlett2598  asked:

Coldflashwave for coffee related headcanon!!

1. After the world finds out that Leonard Snart and Mick Rory became heroes, Jitters decides to make coffees dedicated to them (an ice coffee called the Captain Cold, and a hot coffee called the Heatwave) to go with the Flash. Funnily enough, Mick prefers the Flash, Leonard prefers the Heatwave, and Barry prefers the Captain Cold. 

2. Barry rarely orders his own coffee. Usually, he’ll sit by one of his boyfriends and steal sips of theirs until he drinks half of it himself and they have to get new ones.  (They don’t really mind, though)

3. One morning, after staying the night with Mick and Len, Barry used the last K cup from Lisa’s Keurig machine. He had to speed back into his boyfriends’ room just to avoid a blast from the gold gun. 

day 1 not being around dad is great because no one is crawling up my ass about using the disposable k-cups for the keurig machine (just clean and use the reusable one! you’re lazy! you’ve never had to struggle! it’s fucking coffee, greg)

“Beginning Now, It’s Ours”

~~Note:  So, this story was meant to be a request answer for @whimsicallyenchantedrose for my 200 Follower celebration, and it is LONG overdue – embarrassingly so.  She chose the prompt of: “Emma goes into early labor aboard the Jolly Roger while they are sailing one day; set in the future, post-wedding and happy beginning, but everyone has returned to the Enchanted Forest to live.”  I hope you will still enjoy it, Jennifer!  (I certainly had a lot of fun envisioning it! J) And @revanmeetra87 , your requested fic  is still coming, I promise!  The “CS as ballroom dancers” prompt story keeps growing, and I’m having a lot of fun with it, just not a lot of time to write!!~~  @kmomof4  I’ll let you know when it’s posted too.  We’ve been talking about that CS dancers idea for ages, even before I was supposed to be writing it for a request.

“Beginning Now, It’s Ours”

By: snowbellewells (TutorGirlml on

“There’s no storm we can’t outrun,

We will always find the sun;

Leave the past and all its scars,

A happy beginning now is ours…”


           Gently rolling waves lap softly against the hull of their ship, rocking back and forth on the open water that stretches unbroken as far as her eyes can see, soothing an eight-and-a-half months pregnant Emma Swan-Jones where she stands on the Jolly Roger’s deck, leaning against the ancient wooden sides.  She runs her hands along the smooth grain, lovingly reflecting that she has come to see the old girl as a home, just as the vessel had served for her husband all those countless years he had spent adrift and alone, when she feels Killian’s solid presence behind her.  The warmth that always radiates comfortingly from her pirate presses to her back as he stands behind her, wrapping his arms as far as he can around her rounded stomach, hand and hook resting protectively over their little one and nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck and shoulder.  “Alright there, Love?” he murmurs, wordlessly urging her to lean back on him, even as he nips at her skin, causing shivers to skitter down her spine.

             Breath hitching, Emma nods, suddenly not trusting her voice to remain steady.  They have been married almost three years now, and she might feel bloated and unattractive at mere weeks from her due date, but neither time nor condition has ever lessened the powerful effect a single touch or one whisper of her husband’s voice has on her.  Killian Jones may be gaining crow’s feet around his eyes when he gives her his incorrigible grin, and there may be the fewest strands of silver-grey mixed in with the dark hair at his temples, but he is still a menace to her composure in both looks and ceaseless charm.  She has never become any more able to resist the desire to “pillage and plunder” than she was from the very beginning.

               Her pirate gazes down at her, smirking as if he knows, but merely dips his head slightly to place a kiss to her brow. “Glad to hear it, Swan,” he murmurs low, pressing her the smallest bit closer yet in his embrace.  “However, I believe I shall have Henry turn her to port now.  We should have our return course set before the light fades.  Enjoy the sunset.  We shouldn’t go too far out again until after our babe joins us.”

               Emma gives him a small nod of reluctant acquiescence, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his worrying over her and his protective concern for their little one’s health and safety.  At various times earlier in her pregnancy, both her mom and her dad had pulled Emma aside to urge a bit more patience and understanding with her anxious husband.  In their world, the realm and time Killian was from as well her parents had reminded gently, bearing children carried much more risk and could cause several more lingering effects than it did in Emma’s modern experience.  She has tried since then to bear with her pirate and his fussing as best she can, knowing that just as she can’t bear to live without him now, he cannot stand the thought of losing her either.

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