pastry table

POMEGRANATES, PILAFS, AND THE BOUNTY OF BAKU “The capital city of Azerbaijan is home to a fantastical rising skyline, rose-scented markets, and the world’s last great undiscovered cuisine.” - photography: Jason Lang - text: Anya Von Bremzen - Saveur February / March 2017

  • An array of Azeri sweets, including a starbust of almond-cardamom pakhlava (recipe in latest issue)

I was scrolling thought the humans are weird tag and the thought that humans celebrate so many weird things occurred to me so here is a very short piece:

Humans are weird, they’ll celebrate everything. Klixxaan was well aware of this fact after International pancake day. Xe was still unsure what a pancake was but both the Humans, Samantha and Ian had been very excited. Talking loudly about what they were going to put on their pancakes…it was all very odd.

Klixxaan clicked xir mandibles together, “Why is there a human pastry on the table, Samantha?”
“Well, it’s my birthday, so I made myself a cake. Do you like the decorations?”
“Yes, but Samantha, you were not born today. Are you confused as to how old you are?” the fur on the back of xir neck rose a little in concern, “Do you need to see our medic?” Samantha brightened into a human response of happiness, a smile.
“No, I’m celebrating the anniversary of my birth, on earth, its very important, we celebrate with our families. I was born in July, in the warm season.” Klixxaan thought for a second.
“I was hatched in the warm season too. But I don’t know which date.”
“If you like,” she paused a little bit shyer than usual, “You can share my birthday. Although for you I suppose it might be called a hatch-date.” 
Klixxaan’s eyelids deepened to a deep red signalling pleasure.
“I would like that very much Samantha.” Maybe she would let xir taste the Human pastry.

college! au shidge

I may not yet be in college but I am however still a student and really I just pulled these from my butt and accidentally ended up writing a fic ok anyways

  • shiro’s staring dumbfounded at his best friend’s little sister who managed to jump three whole years into his grade like H O W
  • them at the library and pidge cursing her smolness and shiro just hoists her up on his shoulder to the right shelf
  • for some reason they have a lot of classes together. A LOT.

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The family often came together for the first time each day at four, when they all gathered for tea in Alexandra’s famous Mauve Boudoir. This, too, was ruled by tradition: the regulations, set down in the reign of Catherine the Great, dictated the number and type of rolls, plates of bread, and pastries placed on the table. Alexandra complained that “other people had much more interesting teas,” but that even as empress she was “unable to change a single detail of the routine of the Russian Court.” Alexandra poured, and handed around plates of tiny sandwiches and pastries; for the children there was cocoa and little vanilla-flavoured wafers called biblichen. Nicholas smoked and read aloud, the empress and her eldest daughters embroidered, and Anastasia played games with Alexei on the sage-green carpet.”

The Resurrection of the Romanovs by Greg King and Penny Wilson.

Mr. Grumpy Pants

Originally posted by middle-earth-journeys

Originally posted by thearkenstone-ck

Summary: It’s Kili’s birthday and you have to bake pastries causing you to ignore your hubby.

Pairings: Dwalin x Reader

Word Count: 702

Warnings: None

Requested by: @mirajanefairytailmage; #96, “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

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“Happy Birthday Min Yoongi”

Originally posted by kuromel

Yoongi (Birthday) Fluff

Words: 838

Author Note: Sorry we’re not uploading as much, we’re a bit busy and will try harder! (I’ll try to upload once a week) and Request are still open! ~ Yum

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You knocked softly on the door that lead to your boyfriend’s dorm, well at least the door you hope was his. You pull the neck of your white turtleneck over your mouth and looked down at your shoes. The door cracked open causing you to snap your head upward at the tall brown haired boy.

“You must be Yoongi-hyungs partner in crime!” He exclaimed opening the door wider to let you in. You and Yoongi had only been dating about 2 months and this was the first time you were really meeting his friends. You walked in passed the brown haired boy and looked at the small place. Everyone in the room seemed to stop what they were doing to look at you, From your slightly expensive sneakers to your eyes.

The first person to talk was a boy who had multiple pastel colors in his hair, “So you’re here for our Yoongi-Hyung?” He asked slightly squinting his eyes. You smiled and nodded and buried yourself farther into your oversized turtleneck.

“Hoseok, leave (Y/N) alone.” Your boyfriend rushed out of the room with his tousled black hair flying in every direction.

“I was just teasing them, (Y/N) seems pretty cool.” The pastel hair boy- Hoseok said in his defense.

Yoongi rushed you out the door before anyone could say anything else. You let your head free of the confines of the turtle neck with a wide grin. “They seem cool.” You murmured with a slight chuckle.

He smiled you as you grabbed his hand shyly started to walk out the way you came in.Once you got outside into the crisp weather of early March he finally asked where you were taking him for his birthday.

“It’s a small cafe that has the best pastries and I love going there to relax and I just wanted to take you for your birthday.” You said without making eye contact. You could feel the heat creep up your neck has he stared at you. You continued to walk down the street with him in tug as you approached a crowd of morning rush workers. You slowed and walked closer to Yoongi not allowing you all to separate from one another.

Walking in silence continued all the way to the cafe, you grabbed him and pulled him through the tiny entrance way. “This place is almost hidden.” He said in aw at the sight of sweet pastries and vintage decorations. You pulled him to the counter to order what he and you would like before finding a small table in the corner.

“This place is so pretty, it’s so nice and secluded.” He said sipping his coffee.

“I also have a present for you,” You said as you reached for the small box inside your pocket.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, taking me here has been enough.” He said shaking his head.

You handed him the small box, without a word. He looked at it in the palm of his hand before opening it and taking out the two small earrings. “When we went shopping for our last date I saw you eyeing them in the store but you couldn’t afford them, so I went back and got them.” You explained.

“Where did you find that kind of money for these?” He asked very confused.

“I have a little extra money to spare so I went back and bought them. Although I think I cried a little when i was handing over the money.” You joked with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t know what to say,” he looked up at you, “Thank you.”

You watched the lady came to your table with the freshly baked pastries and a warm smile. You thanked her has she set the plates of pastries down on the table. You looked up at the tousled dark haired boy with a smile before as you dug into your Danish pastry.

Standing up and stretching as you got ready to leave, you said bye to the barista’s and walked back out onto the slightly less busy street. You both walked the streets aimlessly talking about small things like work and what they had for dinner the night before.

“I suppose this is your stop.” He said pointing at the building. You turned to see your apartment complex with a bit of sadness knowing this date has ended.

“I didn’t even notice,” You gave a small chuckle, “I suppose it is.”

“Thank you for this birthday date.” He said rocking back and forth on his feet.

“Oh no, it wasn’t anything much, you should probably get back to your friends, they probably have something planned for you.” You said grinning.

“Yeah you’re probably right,”He said turning around.

You don’t know what it was that propelled you to call out his name, you didn’t even realize you did until he turned. Without thinking your lips touched his cheek in a light kiss. You pulled away after a moment and smiled at his shocked face. “Happy birthday Min Yoongi”

Butterflies and strawberries

Based on: this request by @inlovewithnewt (I hope you like it sweetie! Thank you so much for your patience!!) + this imagine from @imaginexhobbit.

Warnings: some parts may seem slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly steamy…. That’s all because there many and awakward Hobbits, awkward Frodo, awkward flirting…. Butterflies, strawberries, spring and fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy moments.

Originally posted by credencesbarebone

Frodo’s POV

Frodo sighed and took another sip of his ale. It should have been a nice, quiet afternoon with his friends but how could he stay quiet when she was there, laughing, smiling, being more beautiful than the flowers in her hair and more charming than every blossom of the Shire?

He was going insane.

“What’s up, Mister Frodo?” asked Sam.

“What do you think Sam?” said Pippin placing another mug of ale in front of him “We have left him here to go get other drinks and he hasn’t wasted his time!”

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*Jealous* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hello! Your writing is amazing! Could you do one where the reader and Tina have become super close so they start spending a lot of time together, and Newt becomes jealous of Tina because reader isn’t spending as much time with him anymore?

❤ Thanks, dearie! I hope you enjoy! ^_^

You never expected to make such a wonderful friend while your time in New York. However, Tina Goldstein quickly became someone you trusted and confided in quite a bit. 

You and Newt had returned to the city after the release of his book and you couldn’t be more excited to once again see Tina.

Clutching his case tightly, Newt walked beside you down the gangplank towards customs. He sensed your eagerness and how you kept standing on your tippy toes to see if you could catch a glimpse of Tina in the crowd. 

“Patience, Love…” he reminded you. Smiling, you looked over at him and clapped your hands together.

“I’m just so excited!” you exclaimed. 

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Request: Hi boo boo!! Can I request an imagine with Jack (obviously 😂😂😂) where you like either meet up with Jack after pilates class to catch coffee or something (maybe even just meeting up after class) and the reader is in her workout clothes and all these guys are like looking at her up and down and Jack is getting really jealous and he just drags you home and has his way with you? I need more Jack!!! 😂😂😂 I like only read your imagines because they’re amazing and I need more because I’m needy 💓

A/N: jealous jack is 🔥

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For the past couple of weeks you had taken up a dance class to help you de-stress after school. You were in your hardest semester of University, and it was definitely starting to take a toll on you.

The only two things that could help with your stress were dance and Jack.

Jack Lowden has been your boyfriend for about a year now, he was a godsend for you. He knew exactly how to help when you were stressed, sometimes even leaving work early to bring you home some ice cream and wine.

God you loved that man.

You’d grown into a routine for each week. Monday, Wednesday and Friday were dance class days, with Jack and you meeting up after to grab a cup of coffee. Then usually you would go to the library for a little while to study, and then come home in time for dinner.

Today had started out like any other Friday. You had just finished the dance class, and you were on your way to the little cafe down the street. You never bothered to change out of the sports bra, loose tank top and shorts, no one really ever went to the cafe this time of day.

But when you walked inside today, there was a group of uni guys in the corner. Ignoring their stares, you made your way to your boyfriend.

Jack smiled widely when he saw you, standing up and giving you a quick kiss.

“I wasn’ sure wha’ ye wanted darlin’, I know ye change yer mind all the time.“ He joked, pulling away from you.

“No worries love. I’m not really sure wha’ I want anyway.” You told him, before setting down your things. “I’m gonna go order somethin’.”

Jack nodded as you made your way to the counter, quickly browsing through the menu. You could feel stares on your back, but you ignored them. You were used to the attention when you wore workout clothes, some guys could be pigs.

Doesn’t mean it didn’t make you uncomfortable as you shifted on your feet.

A few minutes later you were walking back over to Jack with a drink and a pastry in your hand. You noticed he had a dark look on his face, sending daggers over towards the boys who were still staring at you.

As soon as Jack saw you, he was up on his feet and pulling you into a heated kiss. You threw the pastry on the table, clearing your hand so you could wrap your arm around his neck.

You held onto your boyfriend tightly, knees going weak at the surprise and intensity of the kiss. Jack never acted this way in public, he preferred to keep his romantic life private besides the occasional peck.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathing deeply, trying to catch your breath. His eyes glanced behind you, a smug smile on his face.

“What was tha?” You asked, placing a hand over your racing heart.

“I don’ like the way those boys are starin’ at ye.” He told you, a tinge of anger in his eyes.

“Just ignore them. I’ve only got eyes fer ye.” You told him, running a hand up his chest. He grabbed your hand in his, gathering up your book bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He then pulled you behind him, heading out towards the street.

“Jack! Where are we goin!?” You exclaimed, struggling to keep up with him. He looked like a man on a mission, yet when he looked back at you there was lust in his eyes.

“I’m goin’ to make sure everyone knows tha ye belong to me.” Jack growled possessively, turning his head back around.

“Meanin’?” You were still confused, yet allowed Jack to continue pulling you down the sidewalk.

“Meanin’ when we get home, the whole city’s gonna hear ye screamin’ me name.”

“Oh my god.” You murmured, a wave of pleasure rolling down your spine. “You should get jealous more often.”

“No one looks at ye like tha except me. They should be the jealous ones, they won’ be the ones hearin’ ye moan when they make ye come later. They won’ have yer scratch marks in their backs.” Jack said lowly, his voice already becoming husky.

“Fuck me.” You murmured quietly, yet he heard it. Jack froze, making you stumble into him. He turned towards you, leaning down to press his lips to your ear.

“Oh, I plan on it Y/N.”

Monday Blues

Prompt: “Can I request a prompt where the reader is in charge of repairing the costumes, and Lin (or anyone, really) keeps on popping up and asking the reader to sew up menial things.”

Pairing: Lin x reader

Y/N: Wow, 1,890 words. I feel like I say this every time, but the ending isn’t the best. Constructive criticism is welcome! Please! I’d love to know how to improve my writing! I’m open to requests, it challenges me to be more creative! I hope you guys enjoy, and feel free to message me anything you’d like! I may be weird, but I don’t bite!



Perhaps it was the Monday blues, but you just couldn’t seem to get it together. You woke up later than usual, forcing you to skip out on your usual morning run. On your way to work, your coffee slipped from your hands and fell on the pavement. The brown liquid splattered all over the asphalt and subsequently all over your white jeans. You tried to move past the incident, not thinking much of it, but you were already ready for the day to be over once you arrived in front of the stage door, where an obviously new security guard was looking down at you with contempt.

“I told you, I don’t have my badge. I must have forgotten it at home,” you explain once more, exasperated.

You were met with silence.

After grumbling not so nice things under your breath, you reach into the pocket in your backpack where you usually kept your phone. You pause when you feel nothing. Your frustration builds as you search through your backpack and come up empty.

With a steadying breath, you turn back to the burly security guard. “If you could kindly ask someone inside, I’m sure someone would be able to reassure you that I work here.”

Without a word, he lifts the walkie talkie to his lips. “I have a…” he looks at you expectantly, as if you didn’t say your name to him three times.

“Y/F/N Y/LN.” you say slowly.

He repeats your name, and you hear a faint voice from his earpiece.

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Let’s Start With Coffee | Jungkook

Scenario: You’re the super hot server at a restaurant who said ‘enjoy your meal’ and I accidentally replied ‘I love you too’ and now I can’t look at you
Genre: Lots of fluff. 
Word Count: 1,190
Author’s Note: Because I’ve been in the bts fandom for about 4 months at this point, and finally caved (the blood sweat and tears music video didn’t help)

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Let’s just say you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him from the moment you and a friend entered the corner coffee shop.

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Buzz

For the Drabble Games! As requested by anon.

Fili x Reader: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Warnings: Bees, mentions of allergic reactions, melissophobia, apiphobia, fainting, FLUFF, romance

Word Count: 1190 (That’s it, I give up, they’re all going to end up too long).




Bees. Why did it have to be bees? Why couldn’t Beorn gather, oh, I don’t know, giant butterflies? Why bees? And gigantic, horrifying, vermin-sized bees at that.

You sat at the over-sized table that morning, surrounded by your comrades, entirely unable to enjoy the welcome comfort of the skin-changer’s home. Every bit of you was on high alert, twitchy, uncertain and prepared to lash out if necessary. As such, you barely touched your food and tuned out conversation to keep the enemy firmly in the corners of your vision. Though in flight, the insects seemed to lumber through the room, the buzzing a touch deeper and far more ominous than what you were used to.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic where Anakin performs a sort of traditional Tatooine for Padme (perhaps a sort of belly or flamenco type of dance?)?

The sun is shining through the glass, the rays gentle, and it makes Anakin’s hair shine. She directs his hand to her waist and leads him into the first steps of the Nabooian Quarters dance. In another world, one where a civil war hadn’t broken out and the Republic needed every Jedi they could keep, they would have danced this at their wedding.

He twirls her out but then she misjudges distance and smacks into him when she comes back. They both laugh and try to correct themselves.

“We’re not very good at this, are we?” Padme asks as they stumble through the second part of the dance.

“We’re practicing, it’s allowed.” Anakin says and then she steps on his foot. He giggles and sweeps her up into his arms and she laughs and kicks her feet as he spins them both around.


She’s back home, in the palace, and she wants to dance with Anakin. Talyn Morquestly, a prominent humanitarian here that helped her with her senatorial election, twirls her back into their arms. Talyn has always been a talented dancer and tonight is no different, but she still wants to dance with Anakin. She doesn’t want a partner that can cover up her mistakes as she oversteps somewhere or confuses right from left for just long enough to jostle them.

Instead, Anakin is with Chancellor Palpatine, talking in a small circle of senators and military heads. He’s danced with Senator Xuchi, her little form making her look like a child dancing with her father, and with Queen Organa, which looked very dignified and made Padme a little jealous even though she knew Breha was happily married to Bail and Anakin was crazy for her. (Anakin and Xuchi seemed to have a lot of fun playing up their height difference, at one point he held her high above his head and she laughed so loud it made her almost sound like a child, not a full grown woman on the other end of fifty.)

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Louis x MC - secret crush

Louis arrived at the Palace for his meeting with the other nobles. Giles and Leo greeted him as he entered. He was early so he decided to make his way out to the garden and relax for a few minutes in the sunshine. It was spring after all, and the trees and spring annuals were almost all in bloom.

Picking out a stone bench beside a rose bush, Louis sat down and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth from the sun.

A moment later he heard two voices and giggling coming from the other side of the hedgerow. It was the Princess and Nico, they must have been playing croquet.

“Don’t swing the mallet so hard Princess.” Nico chided. “You’ll- well never mind.”

“I told you I wasn’t any good at this,” the Princess’ voice was chipper, much different than her usual serious self. “Stop making fun of me or I’ll hit you with the mallet.”

Louis’ ears burned as he strained to listen. He had not gotten off to a good start with the Princess and he regretted it. He felt she almost dreaded his dance instruction.

Though it was muffled through the hedges, Louis heard them cackling and carrying on. His heart felt heavy, the attendant was so flirty and friendly - not like cold, distant Louis who kept his feelings hidden.

He sighed and tried to ignore it.

“Duke Howard?” A soft voice brought him back to reality.

“Princess, yes, good afternoon.” He rose and bowed, trying to collect his thoughts.

She curtseyed in return. “Nico has gone to prepare tea service, would you like to play croquet with me and have tea?”

Louis gave her a gentle smile. “Sure.”

There was an awkward silence between them as they settled in to play a match, Louis started, easily hitting the wooden ball through the hoops.

“Do you play often?” The Princess attempted to make small talk.

“I used to as a child. Not so much anymore.” Louis answered. He felt like he’d closed the conversation again. “It’s nice to do something fun and relaxing though.”

The Princess smiled shyly in return. “I’m glad you like it.”

Louis’ mind flooded with things to talk to her about, or things to ask her, but they all seemed like redundant small talk, so he just stayed quiet as they played. He hated not being able to talk to her like Nico - it was so easy for him.

To Louis’ dismay Nico returned with the tea cart which he set up and began to serve at the patio dinning table. He didn’t want to watch Nico continue to flirt with the Princess openly, it made him sick just thinking about it.

“Princess, Duke Howard - I have tea and scones for you.” Nico placed a tray of flaky pastries on the table. The sweet aroma wafted into Louis’ nostrils as he pulled out a chair for the Princess.

“Thank you, Nico.” The Princess replied as she sat down.

“Princess, maybe you should ask Duke Howard about that thing we were talking about.” Nico gave her a wink.

Louis saw the Princess’ face turn bright red, she stammered. “I-uh-”

“What is it?” Louis asked, his curiosity piqued.

“It’s nothing actually.” She replied quickly.

Nico left and the two finished their tea in almost complete silence - only making some comments on the weather and politics. They parted ways as it was time for Louis’ meeting. He entered the Palace to see Nico and Giles chatting in the hallway, once Nico spotted him he jogged up to Louis with his usual devious grin. Louis’ frown deepened.

“Duke Howard!” Nico was his usual cheeky self.

“What?”

Nico’s voice suddenly became hushed. “Did the Princess talk to you about anything?”

“The weather. And a few new declarations.”

Nico groaned. “She’s so shy, gah, she can never get her words out.”

“What’s this about?”

Nico grabbed Louis by the sleeve. “All she ever talks about is you when you’re not around. She tries to hide it, but she can’t- not from me at least.

Louis was startled. “She … what?”

“I told her to ask you to accompany her on her trip to Laurelia, but she’s too scared. Why don’t you mention it to Giles after your meeting?”

“Are you serious?”

“Serious as Giles on a bad day.” Nico gave him a wink.