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To Awaken Latent Magical Abilities

Requested by @skullkisser-jynx

Supplies Needed:

-          One boiling crucible

-          Source of fire

-          Wooden Spoon

-          Mortar & Pestle

-          Vial or other container for storing the potion

-          Wand (your hand will suffice if you lack a wand.)

-          Sieve – for straining the liquid.

Ingredients Needed:

-          One pint purified water

-          2 fresh lemons

-          Honey

-          Handful of fresh mint

-          An orange peel

-          1 small piece of fresh ginger root

-          Three coffee beans

-          One sage leaf

Most opportune time for conjuring: Monday during a Full Moon, although any time is the time for magic.

Prepare for brewing as you would for any magical working. Cleanse the space and yourself as you see fit. You may wish to illuminate the workspace by candlelight. If incense is desired, sweeten the air by burning a mixture of frankincense, cedar, dragon’s blood, or any other fragrance that pleases you.


1.        Bring the pint of water to a boil, then reduce the heat and allow it to simmer.

2.       Squeeze the juice from the lemons and contribute to the water.

3.       Add 1 tablespoon of honey.

Bring to a boil again and stir clockwise, making sure all three are combined as one. Concentrate on your goal while stirring.

4.      Add the handful of fresh mint leaves, which should first be washed to remove any excess dirt.

5.       Crush the ginger root into a paste and add to the brew.

Bring the brew to a boil again. Continue to stir clockwise while concentrating on your goal.

6.       Contribute the orange peel.

7.       Add the 3 coffee beans.

8.       Add the sage leaf.

Allow the potion to boil for the space of thirteen minutes, stirring frequently while contemplating your magical abilities. After this time has passed, remove the potion from the fire. Point your wand at the brew (or the index finger of your hand of power) and project energy into the concoction. Allow this enchantment spell to be recited. (Fair warning: I really need to work on my rhymes. )

Power to charm, bewitch, and conjure

Locked within a deep, dark slumber

When to my lips, this brew is brought

My magic powers will then wake up

Project as much energy into the potion as you deem necessary. Afterwards, the liquid can be strained through the sieve and poured off into the vial or other container. It may then be consumed immediately before meditation, magical workings, or going to bed. Pay close attention to your dreams or any visions you might receive as they may very well point to which types of magic you ought to explore.

I think it goes without saying that you consume potions at your own risk. The ingredients given are noted as safe, however, everyone’s body reacts differently. Please note, the potion recipes are developed for effectiveness, not taste! (How many Witches on TV look forward to actually drinking a potion! 😉)


This potion request was to awaken magical abilities. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve certainly had days where I’ve been groggy and felt like my magic was down. I wish I had written this simple potion ages ago! It could be a fun little way to jump start your magical abilities on one of those slower mornings.

As far as the ingredients go, everything selected is associated with awakening. Think about eating a lemon. Just thinking about it should make your mouth salivate and provoke a physical response. This is the same type of awareness we want to create for our magical abilities. The coffee beans are the main ingredient of a potion made my millions of people every day! No surprise why they’re included – they symbolize the awakening of those abilities. Ginger represents power, orange peel and honey represent the sweetness of life and the sage leaf represents wisdom.


One of the great fad desserts of the 19th century, the Dobostorta, Dobos torta or ‘torte Dobosh’ was invented by the famous Hungarian confectioner Jozsef C. Dobos in 1884. Dobos owned a far-famed shop in Budapes,t that specialized in gourmet foods generally: at a time when shipping food over distance was usually unreliable, his shop routinely featured as many as sixty imported cheeses, as well as foreign wines, breads, and occasionally cakes.

The fame of the torte to which Dobos gave his name was probably at least partly due to its extravagant use of chocolate buttercream / buttercreme, at a time when most cakes were iced or filled with cooked creams, whipped creams, or custards. Dobos had brought the buttercream recipe back with him from one of his many exploratory journeys – in this case, a trip to France – and shortly thereafter introduced the cake at the National General Exhibition of Budapest in 1885, as well as featuring it in his shop. Due to all this publicity (for it became a favorite of the Emperor and Empress of Austro-Hungary), people in cities across Europe began clamoring for it: but Dobos refused to license out the recipe. Instead Dobos developed a special container in which it could be safely shipped, and “the cake with the secret recipe” soon started appearing in all the great European capitals. In fact, Dobos actually toured with the cake, personally introducing it in city after city, until the early 1900’s, when he retired.

The cake itself is straightforward to make. It involves either five or seven individually baked layers and these must never be sliced from a single cake: chocolate buttercream made with the best available chocolate: and a layer of caramel-glazed cake on top. Commercially available versions may taste nice enough, but cease to become authentic the moment there are more than five layers.

anonymous asked:

All I want,,,,, is missing earth with the paladins,, jus give me pidge and lance talking about their favorite show and "man I wonder how many episodes I've missed" and then now they both know that the other likes the show all they do is make references. And hunk and shiro talking about earth food and hunk going out whenever possible to get earth food to make everyone feel a little better and keith talking documentaries and missing earth's horizon and all of them bonding over missing earth please

Yes to all of this.

Give me Pidge and Lance speculating about what’s happening in the newest season of their show back on Earth and eventually creating their own alternate canon and developing their own plot.  

Give me Lance and Pidge trying to give shitty explanations and renditions of what has already happened in their shows to Hunk, Shiro, Keith, Allura, and Coran so they can rope them in to acting out characters/voices in “new episodes” that Pidge and Lance create.

Give me a Hunk who bakes and cooks to cope with his stress and anxiety about being in a completely foreign environment with no guarantee of when (or if) he’ll see home again.  And who shares his coping mechanism with Shiro, who has to deal with the added pressures of being leader and fighting against aliens that are the very cause of his trauma.

Give me a Hunk and Shiro who work together to develop recipes that taste similar to the paladin’s favorite foods back on Earth.  Who teach the others how to recreate the recipes, giving them all an activity they can do and reminisce about together, and who recreate family dinners like the ones they had back on Earth.

  Give me a Keith who is surprisingly good at explaining how things work back on Earth to Allura and Coran because not all of the documentaries he watched were conspiracy documentaries.  Keith rambling about his conspiracies to Coran, who takes him seriously and even tells Keith about weird rumors and theories back on Altea.  Keith telling random facts he can remember from documentaries to Allura, who wants to learn more about the planet her paladins came from.  

Give me a Keith who info dumps what he can remember from his documentaries to the other paladins, who absorb it all eagerly and offer whatever facts they can remember since they’re all scared of forgetting about things on Earth.

new-recipe  asked:

McHanzo: Who developed feelings first? Did the other notice their feelings?

Despite popular belief, Hanzo caught feelings first and tried to hide them, which he was pretty good at considering he’s got a decent poker face. Of course, Genji noticed right away and told McCree once he realized McCree was equally smitten. Then he locked them in a room and forced them to talk it out, because they were too embarrassed and hardheaded to come forward first.

new-recipe  asked:

Reaper76: Who developed feelings first? Did the other notice?

Gabe definitely developed feelings first, both because I believe him to already be comfortable with his sexuality at that point, and also because coming straight from a farm life of nonstop manual labor to a military setting I also believe Jack to be Highly Oblivious to any romantic or sexual feelings directed at him. Jack obviously knew those feelings existed, but didn’t really see how they could ever apply to him. Gabe giving him looks over dinner in the mess hall? Jack must have food on his face. Gabe gently helping him to the bathroom when the shots are making him sick as a dog? Clearly just doesn’t wanna clean up any mess Jack might make.  Gabe telling him he likes dudes? Cool, ask him about his boyfriend back in LA, maybe it’ll bring ya closer together as friends. 

It takes an outright confession, angrily and probably over some sparring, Gabe putting him in a headlock and demanding he get his head out of his ass because dammit there is no boyfriend back in LA, the guy he wants is here, for Jack to slowly start getting it. It takes several days worth of getting Gabe his food for him and paying for the Netflix before Gabe forgives him his denseness. 

leefromamericayesterday, i left my house for a quick jog around the block, and locked myself out. i ran nearly 5 miles to pick up my spare key. this bowl is the byproduct of that escapade 🙌🏻 sweet potato cooked in ghee, black bean dip (completely addicting and takes seconds to whip up. i cant get enough! recipe below!) onion+garlic free curry chicken (inspired by @shutthekaleup) from @belcampomeatco, micro cilantro, roasted cauliflower, brussels, and avocado on a bed of harissa dressed spinach leaves. it was too good! i’m recipe developing this morning then heading to the LA book fair this afternoon✌🏻hope everyone is having the best saturday! #bowlsbylee
1 can organic canned black beans
1 tsp cumin
½ tsp paprika
½ tsp coriander (optional)
2 TBSP olive oil
~¼ water
Juice of ½ lemon
1 tsp sea salt
drain and rinse black beans well. add all ingredients to a food processor and blitz for 2 minutes. Store in a tightly sealed container for up to three days in the fridge!

Transparent gel-based robots can catch and release live fish

Engineers at MIT have fabricated transparent, gel-based robots that move when water is pumped in and out of them. The bots can perform a number of fast, forceful tasks, including kicking a ball underwater, and grabbing and releasing a live fish.

The robots are made entirely of hydrogel – a tough, rubbery, nearly transparent material that’s composed mostly of water. Each robot is an assemblage of hollow, precisely designed hydrogel structures, connected to rubbery tubes. When the researchers pump water into the hydrogel robots, the structures quickly inflate in orientations that enable the bots to curl up or stretch out.

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Looking for Potion Recipes?

So, not sure if this is a lame idea or not, but I’d love the opportunity to develop potion recipes for your specific requests. I could continue to share my own recipes and methodologies as well as those recipes published by other authors, but part of the fun, as with other types of spell work, is getting creative and developing new methods from scratch!

That being said, please comment, share, and/or message me with a goal you’re working towards and I will write a potion recipe and share it with you all here. 


Something I’d like to point out:

I know it’s kind of a rite of passage for new HikaGo fans to think Sai’s a girl until they see like, a YouTube comment or something that’s all “Sai’s not a girl! His appearance and personality would have been considered very manly in the heian period!”, but that’s not entirely true.

While his clothes are fairly typical for an upper class man during the heian period, you know how during the flashback Sai stood out a lot compared to the creepy-looking generic background guys? Yeah, those guys are actually pretty standard heian dudes.

Heian aristocratic men generally had shorter hair that was pulled back and then bound up into a topknot underneath their hats. Little pointy beards and moustaches were also considered attractive, and both men and women often covered up their eyebrows with makeup and drew on little dot eyebrows higher up on their foreheads, although I don’t think either of these things were that big a deal for men tbh.

Here’s an example of a historical reenactor (I think?) in an outfit very similar to Sai’s:

You can see his hair is nothing like Sai’s at all.

Meanwhile, for women of the time, the fashion was to have extremely long, flowing hair, similar to Sai’s. (This style was known as taregami.) It was a huge deal and also very difficult to maintain. Washing and brushing taregami was something of a group effort that took all day, and a lot of women paid a lot of money to have special shampoo recipes developed for them. 

So TL;DR, Sai seems to do his hair like a very fashion-conscious lady. Do with this information what you will. (Also, I want you all to know that in researching this, I googled “Heian era man” in both English and Japanese, and in both languages, Sai popped up…)

IBM Watson for mixologists

Don’t you just love it when a bartender knows what you want before you do? That’s what’s in store for those at SXSW right now. On Friday, IBM unveiled a Cognitive Cocktail Bar where bartenders use Watson’s cognitive capabilities to create the perfect drink for guests. How? First, Watson learns about bar patrons from data stored in their wristbands – info such as conference activity, personal preferences, interests and social media accounts. Then Watson analyzes this data to recommend a bespoke cocktail concoction. With Watson’s help, maybe some day every bar will know your name.

Not at SXSW? You can still experience your own cognitive drink concoctions through the IBM Watson Twist app.

asteriaofthenightsky  asked:

Heyo, what would you think Sanji, Zoro , Law and Ace would look for in a spouse or long-term S/O?

Boy oh boy

(also sorry for the wait bb)


  • I think he would need someone who has a motherly side to them. Like patience and caring etc. etc
  • Adding to the motherly side; someone who can handle his narcolepsy and his little “secret” even though I don’t think anyone really cares
  • Someone who isn’t super uptight and looks down upon others. Definitely somebody who can laugh and have some fun
  • They must have good manners and be respectful of others and such
  • They also must be accepting of his family (possibly joining them) and get along well with them


  • Well first his s/o would have to be able to put up with him, as he is an extremely closed off person. They’d have to be patient and not try and pry him open and make him spill his secrets 
  • Adding to that he would be awkward with PDA and such so they’ll have to understand and allow him to open up in baby steps
  • They also have to be trust worthy, if he’s going to share secrets with them they can’t run off and tell their friends and such.
  • I feel like he wouldn’t want super super hyper such as Luffy, someone definitely more open then him does that make sense?
  • They’d also have to have common sense, he doesn’t do well with stupidity as he can be quite irritable/ impatient
  • Adding to that he’d be especially interested in someone who is actually interested in learning/ reading   


  • I feel like he hasn’t had much experience in a legit relationship, so like Law his s/o would have to be patient and allow him to catch on to things ya feel?
  • I would think somebody on the quiet side, someone who isn’t crazy and super loud
  • Maybe someone who is stronger so he could train/ spar with them. But if they were weaker he wouldn’t mind, he could help train them
  • He probably won’t admit it but he’d look for someone kinder then him, (which is many) as he can be quiet cold at times and he needs that balance yo


  • Definitely would have to be able to try his cooking when he develops new recipes and such
  • Somebody who’s really kind, like Pudding (or at least her act👀👀👀) with a dash of Nami (someone who can hold her ground)
  • They’d have to be able with his over-bearing amounts of affection,
  • Would like his s/o to have a passion (art, history, etc.) so they could share it with him as he shares his passion with them

Making sticky Chinese chicken. Recipe in development but here’s what I did:

First of all I mixed about half a cup of tamari soy sauce, ¼ cup mirin, a splash of water, a good squeeze of lemon juice and a couple of spoons of soft brown sugar, and put to one side.

I put some finely diced white onion in a frying pan with a little coconut oil and let it cook for a few minutes until soft before adding crushed garlic and crushed root ginger. Then I cut some organic chicken breasts into thin, strangely strips and tossed them in a little Chinese five spice , dried oregano and dried chilli flakes before sautéing briefly in the pan to seal.

I sliced some bell peppers, baby sweet corn and chestnut mushrooms and added them to the pan along with some sea salt, black pepper and the sauce mixture I combined previously.

The chicken will be cooked very quickly so just let the sauce bubble and thicken slightly and the vegetables cook along with the chicken, then serve with noodles, quinoa or brown rice as you prefer. Some sliced spring onions or fresh parsley are a nice garnish.

Of 40 Cats & Mint Green Hair

hey all! this was written for the “newt is a cat man and credence is a pastel goth blogger prompt” ^^ i attempted it to my best ability and hope i got the facts right ;-; no matter how hard i tried i couldn’t imagine modern au newt and credence meeting any other way so this kinda falls under a cafe au too??? help??? also for the cat breeds i referenced the locations from which each beast is from hence the respective breed ^^ they may seem a bit ooc, hopefully not as much as my paranoid mind thinks haha… anyway without further ado, enjoy the fic :)) (also i wanted to include drawings in this but i spent really long on writing this so i’ll probably make another post for the sketches if i ever do them!! this turned out longer than i initially expected and i didn’t want to make it longer ~~)


“Pickett, you can’t possibly follow me out, I need to go to work, we’ve been through this before.” Newt sighed, prying the littlest kitten from his coat pocket. The little German Rex had his paws outstretched, blunt claws still grabbing for purchase in Newt’s blue coat. He rolled his eyes and with a groan finally stopped tugging him away and tucked him back into his coat pocket. “This is why I get accused of favouritism. Not a peep until we get to the café you understand?” He instructed the black kitten and he seemed to grin at him as he meowed back. “I’ll be back soon!” Newt announced, one hand on his door handle. A chorus of meows was what he got in reply and he all but smiled, shutting the door behind him.

Newt had always been a cat person, always, always, always. He’d been looking after cats since he was six years old. He adored them and as he grew older had started documenting their breeds and habits. It became a sort of passion for him, learning to understand these felines. Although, accidentally letting a very angry Persian loose in school hadn’t been the best idea (he’d been expelled, goddamn boarding school).

He’d pursued his studies abroad after, away from home, and had eventually become a veterinarian’s assistant. Well, that was his day job anyway, he’d taken up a night job as well, handling a cafe. This gave him the weekends free to spend with his 40 cats.

He’d become a hoarder of them felines over the years, much to his mother’s chagrin and his war brother’s amusement. They seemed to understand him better than people and with them he didn’t feel so alone. Newt had always been awkward, the oddball who never quite fit in or made any friends and he sought comfort in the furry creatures he surrounded himself with. It had become a bit of a problem when his cats would wake up the neighbours at night so he’d had to move multiple times until he got his own apartment with enough sound proofing to keep the meowing at bay.

It was already six-thirty by the time he reached the cafe and as usual he was half an hour early. He dropped off his coat by the employee coat rack and helped Pickett out of the pocket and onto the little shelf above one of the sitting areas that he loved to curl up on and just sleep or watch Newt work. With that he cleaned up and rolled up the sleeves of his button up, throwing in his apron and bidding his coworker Jacob goodnight.

“I’ve got a few of the pastries in the oven Newt, take them out in five!” Jacob called as he left, donning his hat and coat and walking out into the chill. Newt wished him a good night and leaned against the counter, breathing in the smell of the cafe. It was all coffee beans and rich chocolate and there was the constant whirring of the coffee maker. It was comforting.

The little bell by the door tinkled as a customer entered and Newt came out from the kitchen with Jacob’s freshly baked strudels, a recipe developed by his girlfriend Queenie who worked the morning shift. “Welcome to Fantastic Eats, what can I get you?” Newt called as he was tucking the strudels into the glass display case. As he straightened up and dusted his apron off he was met by a tall figure, albeit hunching just a bit. If the customer had straightened up fully he’d just be shy of Newt’s height.

He had shaved sides and curly mint green tips just barely growing out from his strange bowl cut, licking at his ears and sweeping in front of his face, barely brushing his brows. He’d tucked it under a wide brim hat. His right ear was thoroughly studded with metal piercings and his left had a black arrow through it. He looked up at Newt’s question and the ginger noticed he had a lip ring as well as tattoos peeking up along his collar bones from under his dark grey sweater.

“Er yeah, can I get a medium iced chai latte?” He asked quietly, dark eyes lingering on Newt’s face for just a second before darting away. Despite himself, Newt was intrigued. “That’ll be five-sixty.” He replied and he cashed in the money, gesturing for him to take a seat. The newcomer took a seat in the corner, just under the shelf where Pickett was perched.

The little kitten had taken an interest in the awkward figure sitting below who had begun typing away on his laptop, feet crossed at the ankles as Newt dropped off his drink, earning a quiet “thank you”. His owner threw the customer a curious glance over his shoulder before shaking his head slightly and heading back to the kitchen. Pickett eyed Newt for just a second before waggling his haunches and launching himself off the shelf onto the top of the giant armchair that the customer was sat in, landing soundlessly. He clambered onto the armrest and sat quietly watching the man work for a bit, curling his tail over his paws, waiting for the right moment before he let out a small meow. The man visibly jumped with surprise and looked at Pickett with a mixture of shock and curiosity. He looked around the café to see if any of the other patrons noticed and none seemed to be bothered. His gaze returned to Pickett who meowed again and pawed lightly at his hand, tangling his foot in the loose threads of his fraying sleeve.

“Aren’t you cute? Where’re you from? Do you have an owner? How’d you get in?” He showered the little tom cat with questions as he rubbed him tentatively behind the ear and Pickett purred loudly, drawing the attention of a nearby customer. “Looks like Pickett’s taken an interest in you.” The lady with short black hair remarked and he raised an eyebrow. “Is he yours?” He asked and the lady shook her head. “Oh no, he’s Newt’s, the barista on the job tonight.” She smiled, angling her head in the direction of the counter where Newt had just showed up after coming back from the kitchen.

He seemed to hear Pickett’s purring and turned to face the pair. He smiled warmly at the lady, greeting her by name as he passed by. Her name was Tina. “Is he bothering you?” Newt asked, kneeling by the customer’s chair. He shook his head. “He likes you, huh, that’s not usual.” Newt smirked and Pickett purred again as he was scratched under the chin. “What’s your name?” Newt asked, standing back up again. The customer looked up at him from under the brim of his hat. “Credence.”

“Credence. Well then, I guess I’ll leave Pickett in your care for now, if that’s alright?” Newt replied with shy smile and a dip of his head as another customer entered. Credence was about to protest, he had been meaning to update his blog but the insistent purring by his hand was too adorable to bear and he nodded in agreement before Newt was whisked away. Pickett had maneuvered his way onto Credence’s lap and started rubbing his head meticulously against his sweater, thrumming with purrs as he did so, earning a small smile from the lad. Trying his hardest not to move, Credence went back to typing away at his keyboard. Tina smiled at the pair and returned to her book.


That was how the two met, Newt and Credence. After that faithful meeting, Credence seemed to return to the café regularly and only ever during Newt’s shift apparently because when he asked his co-workers, Queenie and Jacob, they said that they never saw him. It, despite everything, made Newt feel just a tiny bit special. Credence would come in most of the time with his wide-brimmed hat and an assortment of grey, black and white clothing, the only colour Newt ever saw on the lad was his mint green hair and those impossibly hard brown eyes. There was no fireplace warmth there, it was as if something had robbed them of their flame, something Newt felt the desire to know about.

It seemed that every time Newt left for work he’d end up bringing Pickett with him, earning many yowls of disapproving from the rest of his cats, and a smug purring from the tiny black kitten who took pride in being able to leave the apartment more often, if only to go to the café and see Credence. Newt swore, that cat seemed to favour the green-haired lad more than he did his own owner. Credence didn’t seem to mind Pickett’s recurring appearance in his lap and often paused momentarily to let him pounce into his lap before returning to his typing. He always seemed to have his laptop with him.

It was after the first month that Newt decided to have a proper conversation with him. There weren’t many people in that night so Newt took a break and sat across from Credence at his table, earning a surprised jump. “You’re not from around here, are you?” Newt asked first, quite sure he’d picked up an accent every time the lad had cooed at Pickett. Credence shook his head and replied after a few moments of hesitation, “New York.” Newt raised an eyebrow at him and the green-haired man seemed to cave in on himself a little. “I’m studying here,” he said after a moment’s silence. “Really? Studying what?” Newt asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Credence seemed to hunch even more after that and fumbled with his fingers. “Psychology,” he said finally, keeping his
eyes firmly on the cat dozing in his lap rather than on the man before him. “Well that’s a fine subject,” Newt inclined his head in response. A customer entered at that moment, killing the conversation almost immediately as Newt turned to look at the newcomer. He turned back to look at Credence but the lad had already gotten up and left, leaving a dozing Pickett on the chair, tail curled over his nose.

Peculiar, Newt thought as he got up to serve the newcomer.


The next time that Credence showed up was two weeks later. It was raining that evening and there was no one in the café. Newt was reviewing documents of adoption he had printed for one of his cats, Frank the American Curl, who’d been adopted by a couple from Arizona. He really was sad to have the lovely affectionate cat go. He loved sitting up on the windowsill whenever it rained and Newt would miss hearing the sound of paws tapping against glass at he chased raindrops.

The bell by the door tinkled again and Newt looked up from his papers and found a rather sodden-looking Credence standing by the door wrestling with an umbrella that he managed to fold into the stand. He had dodged the hat today and his light coloured hair was dripping onto his black jumper. “Sweet Aleistor Crowley, what happened to you?” Newt cried in horror as he rushed to fetch one of the large towels they kept in the back for days as such. He rushed back out and found Credence standing helplessly by the door, a tiny puddle forming on the doormat at his feet. “Here,” Newt said, wrapping the fluffy white towel around his shoulders and ruffling his hair slightly to dry it before he realised what he was doing. Credence stiffened and Newt immediately let go of the towel, an apology on his lips before Credence cut him off, “Thanks.”

He shuffled inside and Newt hurried ahead of him to the counter to start prepping his chai latte. “What’s this?” The voice startled him and Newt couldn’t help but look over his shoulder at Credence reading the adoption papers, his hair sticking up in all directions, nose slightly red from the cold; couldn’t help but feel something warm bloom in his chest that he pushed down almost immediately, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts. “Adoption papers, for one of my cats.” He replied matter-of-factly and finished off the latte, pushing it across the counter. Credence reached into his pocket to grab his wallet before Newt stopped him, a small smiled tugging at his lips. “Ah, it’s alright, it’s on the house.” The lad broke out in an adorable blush, took the drink warily and sat at his usual spot. It seemed as if he hadn’t brought his laptop. “If you came looking for Pickett, I’m afraid he’s not here. I couldn’t risk bringing him out in this weather.” Newt explained, returning his attention to the adoption papers.

“Actually, I came to see you.” Now that, was a surprise.

“Me?” Newt stopped reading and looked over at the green-haired boy. He gave a subtle nod and Newt raised an eyebrow delicately, shuffling his papers together and putting them aside before walking over to sit across from the lad. “Whatever for?”

“I wanted to apologise about… about last time. I’m sorry I was so jumpy, I’m just, not good with people.” Credence said softly, his tattooed fingers curling around his hot drink. “Don’t apologise, I’m rubbish when it comes to people too.” Newt offered a smile with a wave of his hand. Credence looked at him curiously for a bit before nodding slightly.

“You mentioned you had cats? Just how many cats do you have?” Credence asked all of a sudden. Newt chuckled and scratched the back of his neck absent-mindedly, a faint pink tint colouring his freckled cheeks. “Ah, well… Forty…” He trailed off. Credence decided in that moment that he quite liked this man as the corners of his lips turned up, earning an identical grin from the ginger sitting across from him.

Credence learnt the names of all forty of Newt’s cats and decided his favourites were Pickett (that was a given), Frank (who was to be adopted), Niff (who loved shiny objects) and Dougal (who would shed fur everywhere).

Newt learnt that Credence took up online college, he didn’t try questioning him this time, and that he ran a blog at the same time.

Credence learnt that Newt’s brother was in the army.

Newt learnt that Credence’s sister was still in New York with his mother (a subject that seemed to drain all the colour from his face).

The pair stayed until the rain stopped pouring that night.


After that, they seemed to get along much better. Jacob often remarked that Newt seemed to be coming in earlier and earlier, teasing him about a girl he was chasing after and Newt would brush him off. He wasn’t chasing after Credence. Not in the least.

Credence seemed to smile more, even though his smiles were small and barely there, Newt noticed. And if Newt seemed to be giving more excuses for always bringing Pickett to work, well that had nothing to do with it.

After developing what Credence assumed, but hardly could believe, to be a friendship over the span of half a year, he came into the café one evening and noticed something was wrong. Newt wasn’t at the counter. Instead there was a short man with a moustache handling service. He approached with caution and the man greeted him as cheerily as he could manage, but the fact that his gaze kept flicking back to his watch gave too much away. Something was terribly wrong. “Where’s Newt?” Credence asked before he could help himself. The man at the counter raised an eyebrow at him and Credence couldn’t help but cave in on himself slightly. “He’s late, he’ll be in soon. Why do you ask?” He asked. Credence shook his head slightly, “Nothing.” He paid for his tea, sat at his usual seat and typed away furiously on his keyboard, trying desperately to distract himself. He found himself inexplicably looking up every time the bell at the entrance tinkled and after the seventh time, he finally saw the tall ginger man striding into the café, shedding his blue coat by the door and hurrying to the counter. He exchanged hushed whispers with the short man while tying on his apron and a half-hug was initiated before the short man gestured in his direction and left with a short nod.

A couple of minutes later, a set of taps drew his attention away from his screen and he found Pickett standing in front of himself looking slightly apprehensive as he approached him and curled up in his lap immediately. There was no purring. Newt took the seat across from him and Credence inhaled silently. He looked awful. His ginger hair was dishevelled and his eyes had half moons under them. He looked absolutely exhausted. Before he could ask what was the matter, Newt spoke, “It’s Niff. He’s missing.” Credence’s stomach lurched at that and he all but wanted to envelope the man before him in a hug, a feeling that felt entirely foreign to him. “He got out last Saturday when I nicked by the store to buy some groceries. I spent all weekend looking for him and putting up flyers. It’s been hectic.” Newt continued, running his hand through his already mussed hair.

“The others are all distressed, including the little one over there, I’ve barely had time to feed them and get to work while looking for Niff at the same time.” He sighed and Credence’s heart all but melted. Before he could stop himself, he had reached across the table and taken one of Newt’s hands in his. “Hey, I’m sure he’ll be fine. If you’d like I can put up an ad on my blog, see if anyone’s seen him, it’s got a substantial follower count.” Credence offered with a slight shrug. Newt’s eyes sparkled for a second, before the smallest of grins graced his lips. “For someone who’s terrible when it comes to people, you sure can have a large influence on a lot of them. I’d love that.” Newt replied and he flipped his hand around to lace his fingers with Credence’s, giving them a small squeeze as if to say ‘Thank you this means so much to me’, to which Credence squeezed back ‘It’s the least I could do’.

They found Niff within a week and Newt had some very stern words for the British Longhair that seemed all too fascinated with a coin he had discovered much to Newt’s frustration.


Things went back to normal after that. Another month flew by without incident before Newt and Credence had another one of “those nights”. The two had gotten used to staying late at night until closing but occasionally they stayed after, lost in their conversations about themselves and their lives, too caught up opening up to one another to notice the time.

Newt had worn a short sleeved shirt for the first time and Credence had noticed the strange lines curling out from under the sleeves. “Newt, what are those?” He pointed out that night, reaching out but not touching. Newt followed his gaze to his arm and his features softened slightly.

“Just some old scars, most of the smaller ones are from handling the cats when they first arrived. The rest…” He trailed off, rolling up his sleeve to reveal long scar tissue disappearing up his shoulder. Credence had frozen up, his gaze turning hard. “What did you do to deserve those?” He all but whispered, self-consciously tugging down the sleeves of his oversized sweater.

“Stick out like sore thumb I suppose? I didn’t fit in, got bullied quite a bit. One of the boys took a large metal rod to me that one time, almost broke my back. Another threw sharps stones at me. But it’s old news, I’ve had them for years.” Newt recalled, tracing the scar tissue unconsciously when his hand bumped into something. He looked over to see Credence’s hand reaching across the table to trace the curve of the scar and when Newt look up to see his face, his eyes were glassy.

Newt didn’t question why. They sat in silence for a bit that night before Newt locked up, Credence slipping out quietly for the first time in months.

Credence didn’t show up for another month and Newt missed him greatly. Pickett had pawed at the lad’s usual chair, hissing at anyone who came close, including Newt and he’d had to do a lot of apologising to patrons.

When the pastel goth finally showed up, it was closing time. Newt had left Pickett at home that night to prevent any mishaps. He turned off all of the equipment and was cleaning up when there was a knocking on the glass door. Newt came out from the kitchen to see Credence standing outside in a long sleeved shirt and jeans, visibly shaking. Newt couldn’t open the door any faster.


The man barrelled into him and buried his face in his neck, sobs wracking his entire form. Newt’s hands immediately came up to wrap gently and tentatively around his back, rubbing his back comfortingly and whispering soothing words in his ear.

“Shh Credence, let’s sit down.” Newt murmured, leading the boy to the nearest sofa. He kept one arm wrapped around his shoulders and just silently sat by the lad until he had quietened down. “I’m sorry for not coming.” Credence choked out and Newt smoothed his hair back, “Don’t apologise-”

“No I have to, I shouldn’t have left like that. Not without an explanation at least.” He sniffed softly. Newt remained silent, unsure of what to say. “I’ve got my scars too. I wasn’t sure how to react when you told me about yours.” He said, wringing his hands together. Newt didn’t fight the urge to take his hand this time, tangling their fingers together as if to say ‘Go on, I’m listening.’

“My mum used to whip me with a belt.” Newt held back a gasp. “She was… Tough on us growing up. She whipped me for coming home late, for staying after school, for cooking dinner wrongly but most of all for liking guys.” He continued and looked down at their clasped hands. “Modesty called me this morning. She’s passed on. She disapproved of me coming to London to study, said it was sinful to indulge in my dreams. I hated her. And now I can’t decide if I should go back for the funeral.” Newt gave his hand another squeeze as Credence rested his head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear you had to go through all that, and I’m glad you told me. It’s your decision should you choose to go but in my opinion, no matter what she has done, she’s still your mother Credence, and, I think you should at least show up. You don’t have to if its too painful but I’ll go with you if you want me to.” Newt replied, just barely resting his cheek atop of his head. “I’d like that but you have your cats to look after, besides it’s something I need to do on my own.” The green-haired lad replied.

“You sure?”

A beat.



Christmas swung round surprisingly fast. Business was as busy as ever and Credence tended to visit nearer to closing time. Pickett returned to the café and to his delight found his favourite human restored to his browsing position.

All was well.

Snow was falling, dusting the whole city in a light coating of white and dotting everyone’s clothing in freckles. It was Christmas Eve and Newt was at home with his cats, all curled up near the fireplace, some already dozing, others preparing for the night. He had a cup of tea in one hand and Dougal in his lap, the luxurious Persian half asleep already. Newt was enjoying the warmth when the doorbell suddenly rang. He raised an eyebrow as half of his cats stirred and he set down his ink-smudged mug. He gently lifted Dougal onto the sofa and made his way to the door, cautiously peeking out of the peep hole and gasping with surprise when he saw who it was. He yanked open the door, startling the lad outside who’d worn something of colour at long last. He was in a long sleeved dark blue sweater under his grey coat and black jeans, his usual black boots covering his feet and a startling mustard yellow striped scarf wrapped around his neck. “Credence, it’s freezing out! What are you doing here? And how’d you even find my address?” Newt blurted out, forgetting himself for a moment.

Credence blushed slightly. “I may have gotten it from the blonde who has the morning shift.” He said quietly and Newt almost rolled his eyes. Of course it was Queenie. “I wanted to see you.” Credence said simply but he was hiding something. “You did?” Newt asked, still amazed and suddenly realising he was in an old red tee shirt and loose sweatpants and wasn’t exactly the epitome of prim and proper that he usually was. “I may have wanted to give you something too.” Credence said after a moment, ducking his head shyly. Newt raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You got me something?” He felt guilty for not having thought of buying the green-haired lad a gift and he was trying to think of something to say when Credence suddenly leaned forward and kissed him.

No hesitation there.

Newt was startled for a bit and could barely respond in time, melting completely and wrapping his arms gently around the other man’s slim waist as he looped his arms around Newt’s neck. It was strange and new and innocent, insanely pure for a first kiss between the two men. Newt was the first to pull away, heaving slightly as he leaned his head against Credence’s and bumped noses with him. “Oh,” he breathed lamely.

“Yeah,” Credence smiled back shyly when a loud meow interrupted them. They pull apart enough to find Pickett at their feet, looking distressed having tangled himself in tinsel.

The men looked back at each other, exchange a glance and just laughed.


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anonymous asked:

i guess we'll find out for real tonight about tess because there is no way Dan won't ask about it

my prediction for his article

‘I could see from standing in the crowd the undeniable love in Harry’s eyes. Not for the fans looking up at him, but for the beautiful leggy blonde backstage. Later, I exclusively ask him about her. ‘So Harry, how is your stunning blonde girlfriend Tess, a London-based food blogger who is a Le Cordon Bleu-trained chef and has worked in the kitchens of River Cottage and The Ritz. She develops recipes for the Grazia restaurant column and for brands such as Le Creuset.’ Harry looks uncomfortable, yet I can see the lust in his brown orbs. ‘Errr’ he stutters, clearly overcome with emotions. ‘I dunno.’ Could marriage be on the cards for these two? Is bad boy womaniser Harry Styles about to finally settle down?’

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Hi lovelies! This wasn’t a request, just an idea I had and needed to write down. I hope you all like it! I’ll be working through more requests; feel free to keep sending them through though! Enjoy xx

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anonymous asked:

hi!! I absolutely love your blog and writing!! It's totally fine if you don't, but would you be okay with doing autistic!jack headcanons? thank you!!

  • jack loves sunglasses and wears them a lot because bright lights really bug him. (also. dim lights. any lights. most lights.)
    • the sunglasses have the added bonus of helping him kinda go incognito and not get recognized as much, which is great too.
    • also. bitty says he looks “handsome” in sunglasses.
    • jack loves sunglasses.
  • jack is also very into baseball caps for basically the same reasons. sometimes there’s just so much going on around him and so much to look at?? when he has a cap on he can just pull the brim down and limit his field of vision and it helps.
    • bitty thinks jack looks handsome in baseball caps, too. huge added bonus.
  • jack loves bitty’s pies but it’s not a very healthy thing to eat on the regs so bitty and jack embark on a project to figure out a savory pie that jack would like to eat
    • it takes like. weeks. there is so much trial and error. jack is a pretty picky eater and they want the end product to be relatively healthy, too. it’s a collaborative thing; jack enjoys helping bitty cook and there’s a lot of laughing and it’s a really silly and good time for both of them.

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George Washington Carver was an American scientist, botanist, educator, and inventor. The exact day and year of his birth are unknown; he was born into slavery in Missouri sometime by January 1864.

Carver’s reputation is based on his research into and promotion of alternative crops to cotton, such as peanuts, soybeans and sweet potatoes, which also aided nutrition for farm families. He wanted poor farmers to grow alternative crops both as a source of their own food and as a source of other products to improve their quality of life. The most popular of his 44 practical bulletins for farmers contained 105 food recipes using peanuts.He also developed and promoted about 100 products made from peanuts that were useful for the house and farm, including cosmetics, dyes, paints, plastics, gasoline, and nitroglycerin. He received numerous honors for his work, including the Spingarn Medal of the NAACP.

During the Reconstruction-era South, monoculture of cotton depleted the soil in many areas. In the early 20th century, the boll weevil destroyed much of the cotton crop, and planters and farm workers suffered. Carver’s work on peanuts was intended to provide an alternative crop.

He was recognized for his many achievements and talents. In 1941, Time magazine dubbed Carver a “Black Leonardo.”

In 1896, Booker T. Washington, the first principal and president of the Tuskegee Institute, invited Carver to head its Agriculture Department. Carver taught there for 47 years, developing the department into a strong research center and working with two additional college presidents during his tenure. He taught methods of crop rotation, introduced several alternative cash crops for farmers that would also improve the soil of areas heavily cultivated in cotton, initiated research into crop products (chemurgy), and taught generations of black students farming techniques for self-sufficiency.

Due to his frugality, Carver’s life savings totaled $60,000, all of which he donated in his last years and at his death to the Carver Museum and to the George Washington Carver Foundation.George Washington Carver believed he could have faith both in God and science and integrated them into his life. He testified on many occasions that his faith in Jesus was the only mechanism by which he could effectively pursue and perform the art of science. Carver viewed faith in Jesus as a means of destroying both barriers of racial disharmony and social stratification.. He was as concerned with his students’ character development as he was with their intellectual development. He compiled a list of eight cardinal virtues for his students to strive toward:

  • Be clean both inside and out.
  • Neither look up to the rich nor down on the poor.
  • Lose, if need be, without squealing.
  • Win without bragging.
  • Always be considerate of women, children, and older people.
  • Be too brave to lie.
  • Be too generous to cheat.
  • Take your share of the world and let others take theirs.

One more Thanksgiving recipe for our lovely fans, featuring Komi the Spice Shiba! Komi and I developed this recipe by combining two of our favorite biscuit recipes and adjusting the amounts. The results were rich and tasty, with just the right amount of that fall flavor. Prep is quick, and baking is less than 20 minutes. If you’re looking for one last Thanksgiving side dish, give these a try!

(And if you do give them a try, let us know!)

Komi the Spice Shiba is my top chef and my own original character. He was made for me by @lithefidercreatures.

Who is that mysterious new chef in the bottom left corner, you ask? Stay tuned to find out!

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Past Thanksgiving Recipes:

Cauliflower Mashed Potatoes & Acorn Squash

Beer Braised Turkey

Orange Cranberry Sauce

Pumpkin Pie!