liquor-shop

接辞の漢字:仕事 (せつじのかんじ:しごと)
Kanji as affixes: activities/work
(or, how to make a new word by sticking a kanji at the end of another: jobs edition)

〜者 (しゃ) 

  • 医者 (いしゃ) → doctor 
  • 記者 (きしゃ) → reporter
  • 学者 (がくしゃ) → scholar
  • 研究者 (けんきゅうしゃ) → researcher
  • 教育者 (きょういくしゃ) → educator

 〜手 (しゅ)

  • 歌手 (かしゅ) → singer
  • 投手 (とうしゅ) → pitcher
  • 選手 (せんしゅ) → player
  • 運転手 (うんてんしゅ) → driver

 〜員 (いん) 

  • 議員 (ぎいん) → member of an assembly
  • 駅員 (えきいん ) → station employee
  • 店員 (てんいん) → salesperson (shop’s employee)
  • 船員 (せんいん) → sailor
  • 会社員 (かいしゃいん) → company employee
  • 銀行員 (ぎんこういん) → bank clerk
  • 図書館員 (としょかんいん) → librarian

〜家 (か) 

  • 画家 (がか) → painter
  • 小説家 (しょうせつか) → novelist
  • 政治家 (せいじか) → politician
  • 音楽家 (おんがくか) → musician
  • 写真家 (しゃしんか) → photographer

〜屋 (や) 

  • 本屋 (ほんや) → bookshop
  • 米屋 (こめや) → rice store
  • 花屋 (はなや) → flower shop
  • 肉屋 (にくや) → butcher
  • 魚屋 (さかなや) → fish shop
  • 酒屋 (さかや) → liquor shop
  • 薬屋 (くすりや) → drugstore
  • 写真屋 (しゃしんや) → photo shop

〜業 (ぎょう) 

  • 工業 (こうぎょう) → industry
  • 商業 (しょうぎょう) → commerce
  • 農業 (のうぎょう) → agriculture
  • 林業 (りんぎょう) → forestry
  • 漁業 (ぎょぎょう) → fishery
  • 観光業 (かんこうぎょう) → tourism industry
  • サービス業 (サービスぎょう) → service industry
hate me

Originally posted by nctinfo

◇ “Scream. Run. Cry - say you hate me-”

◇ Johnny x reader

◇ vampire!au / 1920s!au

◇ requested by anon; in honor of sm finally letting my baby johnny out of the dungeon can i get a johnny vampire au?

◇ asddfhjsj I have no idea if you wanted a bulletpoint au or a scenario so I went with the safe decision and just did a scenario :( if anyone wants bulletpoint aus just remember to tell me that!

◇ fourteen minutes past my bedtime absolute Disgrace

•••

You had only been with him for a few months, and already you couldn’t imagine life without him.

Picture this: a shy girl — you —, arms hugging herself as she walks in the freezing cold with a group of giggling witches towards a club those same witches have persuaded her to go to. You had only known them for a few weeks and you were already being pushed out of your comfort zone, but your mother encouraged you to go out and have fun, so…

It’s hidden under a liquor shop and you’ve never heard of it but your new friends swear that it’s the bee’s knees, and the best supernatural place to be — which doesn’t mean much to you, because you’re human, and if anything it increases your nerves tenfold — so once they’ve dressed you up in clothes and makeup that you’d never bothered to try on before, they’re so eager to get there that they walk in the freezing cold — at 10PM.

They seem to ignore you as one whispers a password into a little slot in the metal door in front of you. The entrance is located at the bottom of an outdoor stairwell, and with your lack of coat you were shivering impatiently in seconds, tapping your foot as you wait for the man behind the metal door to unlock it and let you in.

You barely registered Wendy squealing excitedly, voice increasing in volume as music began to introduce itself to your ears. “Welcome to Hell!”

You were instantly taken aback by the sheer fanciness of the venue that you step into; it gave off a warm glow with red and gold furniture and soft light from the lamps placed around the room. Booths of red suede and dark wood tables were placed here and there, and although there was one main floor, there was another raised area where more tables were situated.

A stage lays on the lower area, pushed against the furthest wall and was currently inhabited by a beautiful woman who’s voice ws almost as sweet and smooth as honey. It was almost otherworldly — actually, it was —, and if it weren’t for your friends pulling you along to a nearby booth, you would’ve ran to join the people dancing in front of it, even though it was completely uncharacteristic of you to do so.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Irene smiled, watching your fascination fondly. You nod, a smile on your face as your friends began to decide on what drinks they wanted. “We come here all the time. It’s pretty… secretive, so make sure you don’t let it loose, ‘kay?”

“Of course,” you breathed. You’d be stupid if you passed out the info on this hidden gem — nobody needed to know about the active supernatural community in Chicago, or all hell would break loose.

You couldn’t stop taking in everything around you; from the golden bar loaded with expensive bottles behind it, to the dancing people, to the amazing, sultry music — and then, your eyes drifted over to the corner of the room, up on the raised platform. There sat a group of men, all handsome and most with a cigar in their mouth and a woman under their arms. They were surrounded by cigar smoke and alcohol and they looked extremely dangerous but for some reason, you couldn’t look away — especially when you realise that you had stopped on the figure of a tall, brunette man who was already gazing back at you.

“_____,” Joy whispered urgently, following your eyes to the group of men and her own widening when she realised what you were watching. Her hand encased your wrist and at her desperate tugs you found the strength to break your eye contact. “_____, don’t look at them. It’s better if you just ignore their presence completely.”

“Why?” You frowned, voice quiet, as if they could hear you — but you weren’t taking that chance, not in this place. “W-who are they?”

“They’re called NCT,” Wendy interrupted quietly, eyes flickering behind you. “Vampires. Very powerful, very dangerous, best to be avoided — okay?”

Although you were no stranger to the world of the supernatural, you weren’t good at matching faces to names and honestly, if you had to guess what that group of good-looking men were, you would have thought that they were Fae — entrancing, ethereal, hypnotic, garnering everyone’s attention with little to no effort.

You felt guilty at the rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins, because you could most definitely feel eyes burning into your back and your mind was still focused on that mysterious brunette, but you exhaled, a smile pulling at your features. “Okay.”

There was almost a collective sigh of relief, and although the question of what those men had done to get people to fear them so much plagued your mind, you were quickly thrown into conversation when Yeri suggested that you and her go and get the drinks at the bar — the two youngest, she had said. And you couldn’t argue with that.

You were much too aware that he was still watching you as you and Yeri slip out of the booth and make the short journey to the bar, where two man with wands were whizzing up drinks at the speed of light.

“Um, one Mediterranean Depth, two Faery Rings, two Scarlet Hearts and…” Yeri trailed off, her eyes drifting to you uncertainly, and you immediately felt sick at the attention placed on you. You had no idea what half of the things she listed were — hell, you barely had any knowledge on mortal alcohol!

“U-uh,” you gulped, looking at Yeri desperately, “I’ll have—”

“She’ll have a Mortal Lifespan, Zelo,” a voice rumbled from behind you. You didn’t even have to turn to know who it was, and you’re shocked by the clammy feeling of your hands and the loud thumping of your heart. Yeri’s eyes were wide and she wasn’t discrete with her fearful staring, and everyone could see how she grasped your wrist and tugged you towards her.

He stepped beside you, though, and the ability to see him up close had you breathless. His hair was fluffy and longer than most of the men present, who wore their hair short and slicked back. Tan skin, a strong jawline, tall and thin, dressed in dress pants and a button up and his eyes, his eyes, they looked like pools of swirling dark brown, infinite and filled with flickers of golden amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring—

“Fitting, isn’t it?” He rose an eyebrow, eyes not even stuttering towards Yeri. His attention was focused solely on you. “Not many mortals come to Hell.”

You had no idea what to say. Your throat felt like it was closing up at the idea of speaking to Tall, Dark and Handsome, but he only seemed to think your behaviour was cute — your cheeks were burning when you heard a chuckle escape him.

“How is it?” He asked carefully when ‘Zelo’ passed you a short glass of dark purple iridescent liquid. You took a hesitant sip, ignoring Yeri’s desperate eyes as you let the strange flavour drift over your tongue and burn down your throat.

“It’s nice,” you answered, a shy smile appearing on your face. Your eyes flickered between his own and the glass in your hand. “Tastes like… blueberries.”

“Somethin’ told me you’d like it,” he grinned, before he stuck out a hand. “I’m Johnny, doll.”

Yeri was practically shooting daggers into your back, but as if you were compelled, you let your hand slip into his, smile growing as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “_____.”

“_____, the others are waiting for us,” Yeri interrupted, but she wasn’t looking at you, only at Johnny. It was the most serious you had seen the usually bubbly girl. “We should go…”

“Well, surely, your friends wouldn’t mind if I stole this lovely lady for a dance?” Johnny inquired charmingly, his eyes floating from Yeri to you. “That is, if you want to, _____.”

Wendy’s words from earlier were suddenly very prevalent in your mind, and you felt as if you were caught between a rock and a hard place. You wanted to dance with him, so very badly — but your friends were adamant that you stayed away from him.

And maybe they would absolutely loath you after this — maybe they would call you an idiot, a stupid, brainless girl… But he was smiling so hopefully at you and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down. You didn’t think you wanted to, anyway.

“I… I’d very much like that.” Yeri was gaping by that point.

But you both payed her no mind, and your drink was placed back on the bar as he intertwined your fingers and led you to a spot in front of the stage, amongst other couples and groups. A slower, jazzier song had begun to play, and the singing had managed to get even more smooth, more seductive, more romantic.

“So,” Johnny murmured when you got into a nice rhythm. His hands were low on your waist and yours were placed on his shoulders, and strangely, you didn’t mind the close proximity of your faces. If anything, it made you want to close the distance… “I meant what I said earlier, you know. Not many mortals come to Hell.”

“Well I’ll have you know, Mr. Johnny,” you began quietly, playfulness seeping into your tone of voice, “I’m not like most mortals.”

“You sure aren’t.”

And he spun and dipped you, and you hoped vampires didn’t have terribly good hearing, because the amount your heart rate sped up was embarrassing.

•••

Months had passed since the faithful night in which you were introduced to Johnny Seo — and you were thankful to say that you didn’t regret your decision to dance with him one bit.

Your loss of friendship with the Red Velvet Coven of Witches had been disappointing at first — they wouldn’t meet your eyes, and when they did you were on the receiving end of nasty glares — but you quickly realised that your friendship hadn’t been very strong, anyway, and you were better off not being friends with people as immature as they were.

Besides, you had made new friends. Not only had Johnny’s brothers welcome you with open arms, their friends and beaus were more than happy to make you feel at home. It was strange to think that the people you were closest to were mere strangers to you only a few months ago.

Things with Johnny were going swell. Even thinking about him had you positively glowing, but you were proud to admit that. It wasn’t hard to like him, in all honesty. With his charisma and humour and sweet personality and his protectiveness — you had really scored a goal this time. And, for once, you thought he liked you back.

You danced, you talked about things you had never talked about when the night blurred into early morning… He more often than not referred to you as his beau, his girl, his sweetheart — and even though you never confirmed anything, you thought it was safe to say that the feelings were mutual.

Which brings you to this moment. In Hell, with Nina’s smooth voice drifting over the pair of you like a warm blanket. The golden light cast upon your skin reminded him of the sun, and he knew that to him, you were just as important.

He held you in his arms like you were priceless, like he had to protect you. You didn’t know what had changed in him that night, but he seemed different — more open with his affections, for one. You had forehead kisses many a time that night, your fingers interlinked, his thumb rubbing circles against your cheek fondly; you were not one to complain, though.

“Did the Red Velvet ever explain much to you about vampires?” The peaceful silence between you broke the second the words exited his mouth, but you found them much more relaxing than the silent stillness.

“Not much,” you shrugged, lifting your head from his chest to meet his eyes. “Why? Is there something you want me to know, Seo?”

Johnny chuckled warmly, but he didn’t answer you, at least not immediately. He spun you gently, admiring the swish of your dress with every step you took, and then he pulled you as close as possible. “I just feel — as your personal vampire archive — that I should be educating you, baby.”

You giggled at his words, but rolled your eyes anyway: “Tell me something I don’t know, then.”

“Well,” he exhaled, biting his lip and throwing his eyes the the ceiling, as if he was thinking hard, “Maybe the most important thing to know — we drink blood—”

“How stupid do you think I am?” You snorted lightly, pushing his shoulder when he laughed at your reaction. “Come on — tell me something new, something interesting.”

“Okay,” he finally agreed, his playful smile melting down to a more sombre and serious expression. “So, vampires — they mate for life.”

“You gonna elaborate?” You tease.

“I’m getting to it — be patient, would you?” He clears his throat. “A vampire’s mate is picked from the moment they’re born or created. It’s like… the universe knows who will compliment them as a person, and a vampire knows exactly who their mate is just from being in the same room. You can smell them, you know — and like I said, vampires mate for life. Being away from your mate for too long can make you sick, it can make you hallucinate… You can only get rid of them if you reject your mate.”

“So you have a mate out there somewhere, huh?” You echoed, trying to not let the disheartening stone of sadness in your stomach show in your facial expression or voice.

“Somethin’ like that.”

He watched you carefully, scoping your reaction and registering every flicker of your eyes to the floor, every uncertain bite of your lips.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Johnny continued slowly, and your head lowers. You expected the worst: he found his mate, and now you couldn’t be together. He’d go off and be happy with someone the bloody universe had picked for him…

“You… You’re mine, doll.”

You remember that moment perfectly; your head snapped up, your eyes were wide, and you stared at Johnny for a good 5 minutes before you found the strength within yourself to speak — and when you did… “Y-You — and me?”

“Not too disappointed, I hope?” He raised an eyebrow as your expression changed in seconds from shocked to confused to happy, eyes glassy and lips pulled tight in the most genuine smile you had ever managed to pull off.

“The exact opposite!” You cried, arms abandoning their places on his shoulders and winding around his neck. He gladly accepted your embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and all he could think in that moment was how complete he felt.

•••

“Heard you and Johnny were official,” the voice that is directed at you startles you, and if it were not for your strong grip on your bookshelf, you surely would’ve toppled over.

You peer down from the ladder you were propped up on, and to your utmost surprise you see Yeri. You haven’t spoken in months, and the confusion must show on your face. She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and looking away from you.

“Just wanted to make sure you were still alive.”

You figure that with a conversation starter like that, you’d want to have your attention fully invested, so in secinds you’ve climbed down the ladder and are facing Yeri with narrow eyes and furrowed brows.

“You haven’t spoken to me in months,” you begin uncertainly, “Why now?”

“Look, ____,” Yeri sighed, “You’re new to this, okay? You’re human, too. You don’t know how dangerous they are. You’re going to get yourself hurt—”

“I appreciate your advice, but I suggest you leave,” you interrupt coldly. How stupid were you? Of course she would only speak to you when it concerned Johnny. “Johnny is on his way to meet me, and I doubt you’d like to see him face to face again.”

You climb up your ladder once again, and even though you’re browsing through the books, you can tell that the concern on Yeri’s face is genuine and it makes you more curious than scared. What grudge did the Red Velvet Coven of Witches have against NCT?

Yeri leaves after a few seconds of shaking her head at your stubborn nature, but you stay in your position, waiting for your mate to arrive. But day transitions to night, and Johnny Seo is nowhere to be found.

The library closes at 7 and you must look like an idiot, insisting that you’re waiting for someone and that he’d be there any minute. In the end, you’re forced outside and into the cold, but still, you persevere, sitting on the cold library steps. It’s chilly outside and you forgot a coat, but you can’t leave until he arrives and you get an explanation…

Shock rises through your body when a coat is dropped onto your shoulders, but the hope blossoming in your chest is flattened like a garden weed when you peer up and see Yeri looking down at you pitifully.

“We gotta get you home, _____.”

“He never skips out,” you croak, hugging the coat closer to yourself. But suddenly the realisation is more noticeable than ever and you feel your eyes prick with tears. “W-why would he skip out on me?”

She says nothing, and only offers you a warm hand up.

•••

The symptoms come in slowly, almost unnoticeable. With every day that Johnny remains missing from your life, your condition worsens; at first, you begin to get headaches. Then, random pangs of pain throughout your body. Your eyesight goes fuzzy for random intervals of time, after, and dizziness follows.

You know that you’re not the only person experiencing the symptoms. Johnny must be feeling something — so why wasn’t he coming back to you? Had something happened? Or maybe — maybe he just regretted you…

Your ribs begin to ache. Every morning and night you throw up what little food you managed to digest during the last 24 hours, and you constantly feel nauseous. You began to see him everywhere — you began to hear his voice, and you could almost feel his thumb against your cheek, rubbing circles into your skin fondly as he normally did.

You’ve called out sick from work for the past 2 weeks, and you were sure your unemployment was imminent — and it was hard nowadays to find a job. And when you think it can’t get worse, it does — oh, it does.

Another scream is ripped from your throat as a sharp pain strikes your stomach like a lightning bolt. Your body is sweaty and tired, your head is pounding and tears are running nonstop down your face. The pain is unreal, but you’re glad that you’re not alone.

“It hurts, it hurts,” you gasp between breaths, clutching your stomach desperately. Yeri is brushing damp hair away from your face frantically, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy as you writhe in pain.

Since that day at the library, she had managed to worm herself back into your life, offering emotional support — and, when the pain began sneaking up on you — physical support, too.

You were completely in her debt for the friendship and care and support she had provided for you in your time of need. You could barely walk without collapsing but she was always quick to pick you up despite warning you to stay away from the man who caused this — she told you that you’d get hurt.

You never knew why she decided to stick around despite your blatant disobedience to her extremely important instructions, but you wouldn’t trade her for anything.

At first, she didn’t realise that your sickness was occuring because of the mate bond — but the second that she took out her spellbooks and researched your symptoms, she knew. Sympathy had filled her features, because she knew what pain was to come if Johnny didn’t come back to you. She had pet your hair fondly, voice thick with tears as she whispered, “Oh, sweetie.”

Needless to say, you had bonded with her in between the intervals of spine-breaking pain and tortuous breathlessness.

She had proposed that instead of you breaking your back trying to find Johnny, her coven sisters would search around the places he frequented at — because Johnny would surely smell you coming, and he’d be gone like the wind.

You pretended that the thought of seeing him, despite the pain he’d caused, didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

A choked whimper fills the air, your back arches off of your mattress and you have to restrain yourself from digging your fingernails into your ribcage in an attempt to stop the pain crackling through your lungs like a dozen sharp knives.

“Please,” you sob, “S-stop the pain… Please, Yeri—”

“Wendy is trying to find him, _____,” Yeri nods frantically, taking your hands in hers, “It’s okay, alright? Your body is just reacting to not being near him for so long — you’re gonna be fine, do you hear me?”

Her words do nothing to soothe the anxiety that wells up inside you as you feel the beginning of another wave of powerful pain — but this one is much more intense and scream-inducing than the other ones, and your body has grown weak and frail from hours of trying to not succumb to the excruciating sensations—

The last thing you hear is a panicked gasp as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your vision blackens.

•••

The first feeling you’re aware of is the strange numbness of pain — as if everything you had been feeling had been doused in antibiotics and ointments that were only taking effect now.

The second feeling is warmth. There’s a heaviness over the majority of your body that you identify as your duvet, and a general warmth that you figure must be the sun shining through your window, but the more prominent source comes from something beside you — something breathing, something holding you close.

It’s that realisation that has your eyes fluttering opening, trying to adjust to the light in record time just to make sure that the person beside you is the person you’ve been longing for. And sure enough, when you stir and peer through your lashes at the man beside you, you’re faced with the familiar coffee eyes of Johnny Seo.

“Baby,” he smiles gently, adjusting you so that you faced him properly despite your expression of tired confusion. “How’re you feeling?”

“How… how am I feeling?” You croak, clearing out your throat with a cough. He nods expectantly, eyes almost urging you to speak, and the sheer concern in his eyes makes you laugh humorlessly. “I… I feel horrible.”

“The pain should be going down by now—”

“You left me,” you start, voice shaking with anger, “After explaining to me how severe the consequences of leaving your mate could be — you left me? You knew what I was going through but Yeri had to get her sisters to hunt you down—!”

“You don’t understand, doll—”

“Yeah, damn right I don’t,” you scoff, pulling yourself from his embrace and slipping from the sanctuary of your bed. You pull the dressing gown from your wardrobe, muttering to yourself furiously as you tie it around your waist — “And don’t call me doll, either.”

“Come on,” Johnny pleads, watching as you begin to fish for a hair tie on the messy surface of your vanity, “Don’t be like this, sweetcheeks—”

“Unless you have a perfectly good reason for why you left me out of the blue, Johnny Seo,” you narrow your eyes, “I’m going to continue being like this.” You turn your back to him and begin to focus on tying your hair up.

“I went to the library that day, you know.”

“Well, did I see you? No.”

“I heard you and Yeri, alright?” Johnny snaps.

You slow your actions, turning towards him slightly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“It got me thinking,” he mutters, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. He only exhales softly, climbing out of your bed and circling around it until he stands in front you. “I don’t want to hurt you, _____.”

“Hurt me?” You echo in disbelief, folding your arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Johnny. I know that. I’m not scared of you or what you can do—”

“You should be.” His jaw is clenched, and in the next second, before your very eyes, you’re pushed away from your vanity and are pressed against the opposite wall — and despite his actions, he’s extremely careful with pushing you against the wall too hard.

He’s breathing heavily, and with a start you realise that two shiny, gleaming white fangs are pressed into his bottom lip. Despite the fact that he’s so close, fangs inches from your jugular, you don’t feel nervous.

“Scream. Run. Cry — say you hate me—”

“I’m not going to do that!” You exclaim. In fact, you don’t think you could ever do that. Even thinking of the words forming on the tip of your tongue left a sour taste in your mouth. “You want me to hate you but I won’t — I never have and I never will!”

Silence reigns over the room for the next moment, before he pushes himself away from you with a grunt, running his hands through his messy locks.

“I don’t know where this doubt is coming from,” you frown, easing closer towards him, “But you have nothing to worry about…”

You place your hands hesitantly on his triceps, and taking his silence as approval, you encase him in a hug, letting his chin rest softly on the top of your head.

“I trust you,” you whisper, pulling back to meet his overcast eyes. “Can’t you trust me and listen to what I’m saying?”

He holds your gaze for more than a while, his eyebrows are knitted together and he looks like he’s thinking much too hard about your statement, until he sighs and takes your hands in his.

“If you want to leave me, tell me now,” he begins quietly. Your heart sinks at the pure seriousness in his voice. It’s a tone you’re not too familiar with. “I’ll reject you, you can live a normal, full, human life.”

“You told me just a few weeks ago vampires mate for life,” you shake your head, your right hand pressing against the back of his neck to draw him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”

You swear you hear him sniffle a bit but he’s pressing his lips to yours before you can point it out, and the warmth that wells in your stomach is welcomed after the pain you had been living in for the passed day.

From Eden VII

Some more From Eden? Maybe a light chapter - big Hollywood movie star comes for dinner and meets Clarke’s parents? 

“Are you sure about this?”

“No, but I think it’s a bit late for second guessing.”

The highway lazily curved and bent through the trees, half trailing the edge of ocean on one side. The water was calm and still, the Atlantic not particularly interested in waking from its summer nap despite how late into the evening it was getting. From time to time, a house would appear, interjecting itself into the woods, a long driveway seen snaking up and disappearing. It was entirely foreign and new to the actress, and so despite her girlfriend’s worry, she was excited.

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anonymous asked:

I need an alex relapsing due to everything with her father and maybe her past and maggie being there for her because I relapsed myself :/ being an alcoholic is fun....

She’s thrown things and she’s screamed and she’s stormed out of the apartment and she’s wanted to, wanted to, god, she’s wanted to.

But she hasn’t had a drink in three months and fourteen days.

Three months and fourteen days because Maggie Sawyer noticed. And Maggie Sawyer cared.

But she almost gets catapulted across the galaxy, and her sister blows out her powers saving her, saving them all – again – and her father says he’d understand if she shot him, and she hates herself because part of her wants to, wants to, because how dare he tell her that he participated in a genocidal plan for her, for her, for her. 

Isn’t Eliza already blaming her for enough? For how didn’t you see this, Alexandra, I thought you were supposed to be trained for this sort of thing and how could you have gone in there alone, Alexandra, I know you’re powerful, but you’re not your sister, dear, you need to accept that you have limitations, for she wouldn’t have had to blow out her powers saving all of you if you had thought this through more rationally, Alexandra.

She kicks at the couch and she heads downstairs.

Heads downstairs, because Maggie had helped her get rid of all the alcohol in her apartment – and god, it had been a lot – but Maggie can’t close the liquor shops around her apartment.

Heads downstairs, because the liquor store is closer than the closest meeting.

And Maggie’s at work.

And Alex is a grown woman.

A grown woman whose father abandoned her, whose father participated in a genocidal forced deportation plan in her name, whose father was everything and whose father was nothing, nothing, nothing, like the man she’s spent all these years agonizing over. Wanting to be like.

Alex is a grown woman, and doesn’t she fight hard enough, and doesn’t she deserve just one, just one, because without anything, she can’t. Without anything, there’s no dulling her heightened senses and there’s no dulling her hellish agony.

Just one.

She pays in cash and she’s more than halfway through the damn bottle before Maggie’s tentative knock on her door. She chuckles wryly to herself, because she always knew she’d be a disappointment to Maggie.

Always knew she’d fail her.

She staggered to the door, a masochistic grin on her face, because let’s see how far ride or die really goes.

Maggie takes one look at her and Maggie doesn’t blink and Maggie doesn’t yell and Maggie doesn’t even let her face fall.

“Alex,” is all she whispers, and she stares at her like she’s never loved anyone more.

Alex doesn’t realize that her lip is trembling, doesn’t realize that her body is shaking, until she’s collapsed into Maggie’s arms, until she’s racking with sobs and almost toppling them both over, but Maggie’s stance is stronger than Alex’s worst self-hate, and Maggie calls her sweetie when she gasps out how sorry she is, and Maggie tells her she’s wrong when she moans out what a failure she is, and Maggie tells her she’s so brave when she sobs out how she’s ruined all of her progress, ruined them, ruined herself, ruined everything.

Failed everything.

Everyone.

Again.

“Alex, you’re allowed. You’re allowed to relapse, and you’re allowed to still love yourself. Is tonight ideal, babe? No. Did you mess up? Yeah. But you know what, sweetie? You’re doing something so brave, so hard, so terrifying, and you’re doing so good. You’re allowed to be human and you’re allowed to make mistakes. Because you know what, Danvers? You can slip up and still be worthy of love. You can slip up and still be perfect. You can slip up and still make it better. I promise you. Okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m not. I promise.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Alex. Understand me? Ride or die includes relapses. It’s part of the deal, babe.”

“But I failed you.”

“No. You didn’t hurt me, Alex. You’re not being abusive to anyone but yourself, babe, and we can work with that. Okay? I’m not going anywhere, Alex. Unless you want me to.”

Alex grabs at the back of her shirt and pulls her closer, closer, closer.

“Please stay.”

“Of course, Alex. Of course I will.”

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Hey
I know some of you heard from my sister @classymarzia already. Let me just make this short haha.. I’m Dominic, my sister call me Van from my middle name, but you can go by Dom. I used to run my mother’s liquor & spirits shop which is located in Paris, and now here I am trying my luck to expand our mother’s shop in NYC. Got here yesterday and was so tired. I Didnt get the chance to introduce myself yesterday. Is my sis been treating you guys well so far? Haha. I’m bad at explaining myself so i will just let you guys ask me instead if you want to know about me. Hopefully people will treat me well, don’t be a stranger and have a nice weekend.

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I am totally intrigued by the past that Trevor and Michael shared back in 90′s. Nothing soothes my heart more than the idea of two amateur wannabe bank robbers and their nerdy friend who plan heists on liquor shops while carrying a dream about The Big Score. Also long roadtrips, cheap booze, dumb jokes, inexplicit relationships and numerous failures.

if Shinichi is thrown a birthday party

-Ran and Okiya can make the food, they are skilled.
-Haibara can bake the cake.
-Genta can bring the liquor, his parents own a liquor shop, but keep it a secret from Kogoro.
-Takagi can bring some maracas and make some music with Masumi and Amuro.
-Sonoko can bring a jewel to lure Kaito Kid, who is supposed to bring the fun to the party with his magic.
-Yusaku is invited, but to patrol the city so any potential crime is solved before it even reaches Shinichi’s ears.
-somehow Vermouth will sneak in.

I keep thinking about the train scene. I dunno if anyone had mentioned this before but I wonder how even reacted when he saw isak board the train. i don’t think he was expecting it, especially after his previous attempt to strike up a conversation with isak during the kosegruppa meeting got derailed by emma. maybe he felt a little defeated that his chance got ruined, and he didnt think that he’d have a chance to talk to isak again alone, without his friends around. and he’s probably thinking up of a new game plan, which would take months to put into action. and then, on the train after a whole day at school thinking about isak, and what he’s up to, what if he thought to himself, prayed to himself even, how he wished he could talk to that cute boy in the snapback. and the train stops, and up boards isak right in front of him, and even is thinking like what are the odds of that happening holy shit, are his prayers getting answered? is there a god? because hallelujah thank you! here’s his chance. and then he just tries to have a talk with isak but isak’s being all shy and awkward, and it’s not going anywhere. so he makes a joke “good talk” which falls a little flat. and even is probably panicking by now, how does he prolong this, how does he make the boy stay, and then isak just utters those magic words, and he’s like holy fuck okay chill yeah, help the boy buy some beer. that’s something, that’s starting somewhere, okay he can do this. i think about what else they talk about on the train ride to the liquor shop, did they talk or was it in silence, or was it awkward attempts at conversation because both didnt know what to say. and then even going into the liquor shop and steeling himself, okay, you gotta do this, now or never, and came up with the most radical game plan he could think of at the time, and all fucks were lost to the wind, and walks out with that bold face lie, “i forgot my ID at home, you coming?”. 

Taking a Trip to the Mall: AC Edition

Altair: spends all his time playing those coin-operated games that never let you win… and when he wins he loses interest and goes into a shop where they sell shoes… and gets bored as heck. Takes some of the load off of Edward when Jacob and Ezio start buying too much. Tries not to let Jacob or Shay wander off, but gets lost briefly himself before rejoining the group.

Ezio: enjoys going clothes shopping, but the advertisements and such really get to him… and he insists on taking his shirt off in the Abercrombie and Fitch. He doesn’t get kicked out, but is instead offered a job as a “model” for the shop. He takes the job, and spends a short shift showing off, much to Desmond’s embarrassment and the delight of teenaged girls.

Edward: wants ice cream. Would rather see if there’s a liquor and smoke shop than anything else, but grudgingly carries some of Ezio’s purchases. Tries to ogle the women in the displays at Victoria’s Secret, but the stuff he’s carrying is too much and too heavy. Knocks down several mannequins at Macy’s and gets politely asked to leave.

Haytham: goes into the “manly” shops, and the tea shops. Buys a shaving kit, and finds a kid toy that he gives to Connor (who promptly loses it). Tries coffee from three places until he’s found a cup that is satisfying. Gets tired of Connor complaining that all coffee tastes the same, and sends him away without telling Desmond. Takes interest in some of the books at the bookstores Evie wants to see, and makes a mental note to borrow some of them from the library.

Connor: Haytham banishes him to the children’s play area on the third floor, but he sneaks out and looks at all the sporting goods stores. None of it really seems useful or necessary to him, but he buys a pocket multitool for the heck of it with money he “borrowed” from Desmond. Cuts his finger on accident trying to figure out how to take it out of the package, and gets kicked out of a toy store for trying to “liberate” the stuffed Bambi toys.

Arno: goes into jewelry shops, looking for something nice to give as a gift, but can’t decide what looks best. Gets annoyed and slightly overwhelmed at the salesperson who is trying to rush him into buying something he doesn’t want to commit to yet. Secretly thinks that the stuff on display in some of the stores are ridiculous. Goes inside one clothing store to correct them on the spelling/conjugation of the French on their adverts, and gets escorted out.

Shay: goes into a Sephora or a MAC on accident and somehow ends up getting a makeover. After he escapes this torture, he tries to find a bathroom so he can wash it all off, but gets lost. Ends up buying a bottle of water and using it to rinse off his face with a packet of tissues. Tries to find the group, but gets distracted by a rotating pretzel display. Somehow ends up breaking a plate or something in Williams-Sonoma and runs like heck and hides for an hour, then resumes his aimless wandering.

Jacob: is all over the place, buying all sorts of crazy junk, and trying to get Edward to carry it for him, promising it’ll “only be a while”, but he ditches Edward at some point to go look at video games and ends up spending hours playing games in the Apple Store and the Microsoft Store without clue nor care as to the time or the location of the others. When he gets hungry he buys a bunch of those upside-down clown ice creams from Baskin-Robbins and eats them in the Kid’s Area (third floor).

Evie: immediately finds the nearest book and stationery stores and tries to get Desmond to buy her almost everything, but resigns herself to less items and chooses a more reasonable amount. Asks Haytham politely to help her carry some of her books (to which he agrees in good humour, as he has already found his coffee). Takes an interest in some of the trendy smoothie and FroYo stores, and decides to come back later to get some.

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Desmond: has a very taxing day paying for all sorts of things that he’s pretty sure are going to be ignored (with the exception of Evie and her books and stationery). He’s pretty sure he maxed out his credit card, and is all out of cash money. He plans on going to the bank, but without everyone (perhaps just Evie and/or Haytham) tagging along. Wonders where Shay, Connor, and Jacob ended up, and has to load everyone else into the van (how else could they all get there when Desmond is the only one who can drive?) and embark on a search party with Evie as Haytham keeps an eye on everyone else.

Rum by the Bottle or Barrell

By Risri Elthron

On May 24th, Mr. Edwin Xerathi opened his fine liquor shop in a corner of the Mage District. The shop located just down the path from The Slaughtered Lamb boasts vintage and specialty rums made by Mr. Xerathi himself.

Fruit, vanilla, cinnamon, and even chocolate flavored rums graced the tables as customers entered to usher in the new establishment. Xerathi Liquors hopes to bring that rich, smooth alcohol to all within Stormwind without the need to travel to places like Booty Bay.

Mr. Xerathi was on hand to greet guests as they arrived and shared his latest creation, “Cocoa’s Kiss” by the glass. From our sample, it is one not to miss!

Rums are available for delivery by mail or in person. Contact Mr. Xerathi at Xerathi Liquors, Stormwind City to place your order today!

The Menu

Cocoa’s Kiss:  Rum made with Stranglethorn coconuts and aged within barrels made to transport cocoa beans. Made to serve as a sinfully smooth experience and act opposite of the delightful Golden Ivory with it’s flavor.

Golden Ivory:  A golden rum distilled in barrels that previously transported beans of vanilla, aged with hints of caramel to bring out a rich flavor

The Sailor’s Bite:  A navy rum, inspired by a Gilnean man. Its dark, full body is cut with lime to provide a bitter sweet  taste and keep a sailor’s scurvy at bay, an essential for sea life.

Desert Rose:  A dark, golden rum distilled with cinnamon and citrus from oases within Uldum

Paradise: A light hued rum distilled with peaches of Stranglethorn and mangos of Sholazar to provide a delightful sweetness with its alcoholic bite.

(Contact @edwinxerathi  or in game as Meszur to set up your RP purchase.)

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Free Resources for My Micro-Homestead

The journey to achieving a sustainable, self-sufficient, cost-effective homesteading lifestyle is not always cheap. The Hubs and I are pretty much starting our journey from scratch, but we do everything we can to keep project costs low. Over the years, we discovered a few “free resources” that can be easily acquired from local businesses. All you gotta to is ask. Nicely~ 

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Winecrates & Bottles: We’re chummy with our local bartenders and liquor shops! Every now and then, we are able to bring home wineboxes to use as furniture or mini-gardening boxes. The bottles, we use as containers for food, herbs, and spices.

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Used Coffee Grinds and Tea Leaves: In the past two years, I must have recycled at least 200 pounds worth of these beverage waste product as garden compost or a growing medium for oyster mushrooms. Coffee establishments are generally pretty nice about leaving grinds for you to pick up, but try to call ahead.

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Animal Fats: Historically regarded as a precious resource across cultures for much of human history, today a lot of “fat trimming” is thrown away from meat processing locations. We discovered that at some locations, the folks behind the meat counter would gladly give away fat trimmings. I use fats in my home-ground meats to make burgers and sausages. I’ve also rendered the fats into lard for various uses like making pemmican and soap. And of course, on occasion I feed the fats to as treats to the chickens or to the black soldier fly grubs, which in turn matures into a adult grub treat for the girls.

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Woodshavings & Wood Waste: We are very fortunate to live close to a woodworkers shop. Every couple of months we drop by to collect big bags of woodshavings and wood waste for free. We mainly use the shavings as bedding for the chicken coop, which eventually makes it into the compost bin to breakdown into compost for our garden.

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How about y'all other seasoned homesteaders? Any tips to get free resources for homesteading projects?

anonymous asked:

Can you tell me more about Ibotta? Is it legit?

It’s totally legit! I’ve actually been using the app for over three years now and check it before most shopping trips. It used to just be rebates for groceries, but now there are also rebates for liquor, clothing, online shopping, etc. which can then be withdrawn to PayPal, Venmo, or a variety of gift cards.

Here’s a cool post to kind of learn more about it: http://thekrazycouponlady.com/tips/couponing/the-new-ibotta-features-review/

And again here’s my referral code: 37hvg (https://ibotta.com/r/37hvg)