sure, i used to be a regular, but i literally haven’t been to this coffee shop in two years. how do you still remember my order??
you wrote my name down wrong the first time i came here and i didn’t correct you, but you’re really sweet and now i don’t know how to tell you you’ve been calling me by the wrong name for the past month.
i’m the manager and one of the other employees keeps drawing amazing art on the chalkboards, but i can’t figure out who it is?? i’ve been keeping a meticulous schedule to figure out whose shift it appears during
i work opening shift, but whenever i get there at 5:30 somehow you’re always already there, looking flawlessly put together. you haven’t even had your coffee yet. tell me your secrets.
we’re coworkers but we work different shifts and communicate exclusively through post-it notes. maybe i should just give you my phone number already so you can tell me more about the lady who ordered a latte for her ten year old.
you and your friend always sit at the table a couple down from mine and gossip in [insert language here], which happens to be a language i’m currently learning. i’ve been eavesdropping to try and improve my listening comprehension and oh my god are you actually talking about how hot i am???
i love hot chocolate So Much but it’s embarrassing to be the adult ordering hot chocolate at a coffee shop, so do you think you could announce that it’s a different drink when you’re giving it to me??
at the local coffee shop, there’s a chess set set up in one corner of the shop and every morning i move one piece. later in the day, someone else always moves a piece too. i’m dying to know who i’m playing against.
i’m a new hire and you’re trying to show me how to use the espresso machine. i actually already know how to use it, but i’m pretending to be incompetent so that you’ll keep talking to me. please don’t fire me.
I can talk about tea literally all day (and I have because I’ve worked in a spice and tea shop for years), and there is SO much to talk about with both health and magical benefits. Teas are made from tea leaves called camellia sinensis, with the exception of herbal teas/infusions. For this, I’m going to list magical and health benefits by type of tea.
Feminine * Earth * Winter * Strength * Stability * Death * Expelling Negativity * Alertness * Energy
Black tea is the most fermented and oxidized of all teas. Its tea leaves look shriveled and black. It combats heart ailments, digestive problems, high cholesterol, asthma, and breast/menstrual problems. Black tea also has a lot of caffeine (47 mg, still less than coffee) and too much of it can cause acidity issues in the stomach.
**There is a subset of black tea called Pu-erh, a post-fermented black tea. Some consider this to be the “purest” of all teas and connect it to the aether, as it is rare and valuable.
Masculine * Fire * Summer * Passion * Healing * Conscious Mind * Sexual Health * Love * Energy * Progress * Magic
Green tea is slightly steamed but not fermented, which maintains its green color. It has many health benefits, such as detoxifying, reducing cholesterol and weight, boosting immunity and stamina, and reducing blood glucose. It has less caffeine than black, but still some.
I always describe Oolong as being between Green and Blacks, since it is half fermented. It can help manage weight and stress, balance blog sugar levels, remove free radicals, and promote healthy skin and bones. HOWEVER, too much can actually speed up bone degradation because it sweeps away excess calcium. And beware of its high caffeine content (I used to drink Raspberry Wulong to pull all-nighters).
White tea is a little harder to find. Either the tea leaves are plucked as immature leaves and steamed, or the leaves have not been processed (there seems to be little consensus across cultures). Some have a small amount of caffeine. It’s a great antibacterial and antioxidant, and it improves the heart, oral health, and skin. Drinking a couple cups works better than one, and you can reuse the tea leaves, granted that the second cup will brew longer.
Examples: White teas come in many flavors and are usually labeled as white tea. You may need to seek out a tea shop to find some.
Magical properties depend on which herbs are used
This tea seems to be the most popular for witches on tumblr, because it is composed of dry, unprocessed herbs, seeds, fruits, or roots, and has no caffeine (as long as the herb doesn’t!). There are many recipes online as herbals are easy to make. In general, herbal tea promotes calm, reduces cholesterol and risk of heart conditions, cancers, and diabetes. Due to its lack of actual tea leaves it has less antioxidants than other teas. Some don’t even call it a tea, but dub it Herbal Infusion.
Examples: Rooibos, most Chais, Ginseng, Chamomile, Peppermint, Spearmint, Hibiscus
**Yerba Mate is an herbal tea that is notorious for its high caffeine levels (you’ve probably seen the energy drink). It also zaps one’s appetite and can become addictive, so be careful around this tea!
As always, feel free to add/message me of any corrections, and I hope you find your cup of tea!
Do you have any tips for using seasonings when cooking? Or tips to help cook in general for some one new to it.
College Cooking 101
Here is a list of materials that I believe are absolutely necessary to creating a quality product. Feel free to substitute anything based on your own personal preferences.
Non-stick frying pan (cast iron pans are much more difficult to clean)
Pot (I would recommend a small pot that you can use to cook for just yourself, and a larger pot for cooking portions or for company)
Lid for said pot
Rubber spatula (much better than wooden spoons)
Scissors (kitchen scissors)
A cutting board (I recommend plastic because they’re easier to wash)
Bread knife (both knives should be sharpened every six months at least, you can take them to your local kitchen supplies shop)
Dried chives (or real chives if you can swing them. Throw them in your ramen, your tuna salad, sprinkle them on top of pasta, etc)
Thyme (dried or fresh… dried is 3x as potent, use to season soups or pastas)
Rosemary (dried or fresh, use to season meats and starches)
Cumin (use this spice to rub meat)
Garlic powder or onion powder (used for meat rubs and seasoning soups or sauces)
Paprika (I would recommend avoiding smoked paprika, it’s got a super aggressive flavor… use this in small amounts sprinkled over things like you would the chives)
Parmesan cheese (for sprinkling over pastas, you can get it pre-grated)
Cheddar cheese (for making sandwiches and mac and cheese)
Tomatoes (whole, crushed, paste, whatever… just have some sort of tomato product in your pantry at all times)
Potatoes (you can’t buy them pre-cut because the oxidize and turn gray if not used immediately… you can still eat them, but they don’t look pretty)
Onions (you can get them pre-cut)
Garlic (use to make sauce or soup bases)
Romaine hearts (lettuce has a short shelf life, but romaine hearts literally last forever and are healthier than eating iceberg lettuce)
Protein of some sort (whatever you like- steak, chicken, tofu, etc)
Something salty (like pickles, black olives, anchovies, etc)
Your favorite veggies (I like carrots and squashes the best)
Pasta (whatever is cheapest or on sale at your store)
Bread (freeze half a loaf and leave the rest in your fridge)
Eggs (egg beaters or whole eggs, whatever you like)
Butter (or a butter substitute)
Oil (olive oil is the most expensive)
Chicken stock (or vegetable stock, in a carton or cubed)
Basic (super duper duper basic) instructions on how to cook various items. I am not a trained professional- the information I’m providing is based off of personal experience only.
Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside of the steak should be grey. The inside should be light pink.
Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want.
Pair with: Starches or veggies.
Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside should be white and dry.
Seasoning: Salt and pepper work best. You can also coat chicken in panko bread crumbs.
Pair with: Starches, veggies, fruits, or pasta.
Cooking: Cook with butter or oil. Outside should be starting to crisp. Inside should be the same color as the outside, and should feel very dry and hard.
Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want. Meat should be completely coated in the spice rub, or it won’t taste like anything but the oil.
Pair with: Starches, veggies, or fruits.
Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside fork tender.
Seasoning: Rub (literally rub the potatoes with your hands) salt, pepper, oil and rosemary all over the potatoes.
Cooking: Boil water with a teaspoon of salt. Wait until the water is visibly boiling to add your pasta. I like my pasta al dente, so I always cook it for the shortest amount of time listed on the box.
Seasoning: Thoroughly coat pasta with whatever sauce you’re using, or it will taste dry. Good prepared sauce brands: Newman’s Own, Classico, and Barilla.
Cooking: Cook in chicken or vegetable stock following package instructions. Stir every so often, and add additional stock as it is absorbed into the pasta.
Seasoning: I like to add dried herbs to the sauce as it reduces to add flavor. You can also add veggies early on and let them cook in the sauce.
Cooking: These can be pan fried in oil, boiled, cooked in a sauce/stew, or put on a sheet tray to roast in the oven. The easiest way to cook them is to add them to a sauce that you are heating up, and allow them to soften until they can be pierced by a fork.
Seasoning: Rub the veggies with salt before cooking, unless you are adding them to a sauce or stew.
Cooking: These are best pan fried with butter. Cook them until they are slightly crisped and fork tender. If you want to be fancy you can blanch them before hand. How to blanch: Boil water, and throw the veggies in for literally thirty seconds. Pour them into a strainer and douse them immediately with cold water from your sink tap until they are cool to the touch.
Seasoning: Salt works best before cooking. Butter after cooking.
Yes I know that sweet potato is a starch, but it fits better here.
Cooking: These veggies are best roasted until fork tender. Time varies. These veggies should be cooked with their skin left on.
Seasoning: Rub these veggies with salt and cook in a little oil. Top with butter after they are cooked.
It has been a few days. Slow, unsteady, and uneventful. Until news of a missing girl with unexplained circumstances brought Alec and Jace to an old Downworlders’ spice shop in Chinatown. After 10 minutes of useless interrogation with a few sale clerks. Alec withdraw and decided to let Jace take the lead.
He settled by the opened shop’s doors. Standing on the steps and listening to the soft rain. He distracted himself with the motions and movements of the countless mundanes walking about in a city that never sleeps. Across the street, there was a small noodle shop with a few individuals seated. A soccer game aired in the corner in a tiny television set. Occupying a group of elderly men. A young couple, smiling and whispering among themselves. While a young mother on the opposite side was feeding her toddler son. The smell of the noodles’ broth filled with spices, herbs, and curry was making Alec suddenly hungry and sad.
“I got nothing.” Jace said, standing next to Alec. Jace sighed.
“They don’t want to talk us.” Alec straighten his back. “I don’t blame them.” Alec said softly.
“You hungry?” Jace asked. Jace looked across the street. His fingers still unconsciously playing with the new ring hanging from his neck.
“Yeah, I think I might get something to go and bring Magnus something.” Jace nodded. He looked at Alec, sympathetic and with a hint of pity. Alec knows he wants to say something. Alec looked away and headed across the street. He has been receiving this unconsciously and unintentional “looks” and concerning lectures from both his siblings since the switch. It’s making him uncomfortable and it’s pissing him off. He doesn’t need pity. He quickly rushed to dodge the rain. Jace followed.
He does have to admit, he is pitiful. In the past few nights, Alec continued to find any form of excuses to see Magnus. Food has been the easiest route he can think of. However, it’s still a sad attempt but it’s the only gesture, Alec could think of. His logic was Magnus needs to eat and Alec is very capable in getting food.
When Alec arrived, he knocked. Little wet from the rain from his quick walk. He tried use his speed rune, but it was a little hard with hands full with hot Thai noodles. After a series of knocks, The doors opens automatically. Magnus knows it’s him. It’s a little comforting to know that Magnus still opens his doors for him. The loft is lit and alive, with the balcony doors wide open. Letting in the cool rain and the echoing sounds of the rain drops. Alec isn’t sure if he should closes it.
He walked into the kitchen. Setting the food down. Magnus is no where to be seen. But Alec knows where he is. He’s in his studies, door closed and isolated across the loft. He has been locked in there every day. Alec took his dampened jacket off. He moved around the kitchen to prepare the food. He has made a detailed study of Magnus’ kitchen in the past days. Memorizing every locations of the forks, the knives, and the spoons. Where the bowls, the plates, the pots, and the pans are. The collection of fine China and golden tea sets. As Alec was finishing setting the dinner table, soft footsteps pulled Alec out of a semi-trance of his quiet preparation. It’s Magnus.
A hint of sweet musky sandalwood filled the air when he walked in. He looked perfect. His hair is up. His make up is done and flawless.
Alec misses him, so much. He wants to kiss him. To greet him like he uses to.
“Hi” Alec smiled.
“Hello.” Magnus grinned weakly. “Alec, you don’t have to keep doing this. I can feed myself.” But you don’t. Alec said to himself. Magnus hasn’t been eating much. He nibbles and picks at it.
However, he has been drinking. A lot.
“Tom kha gai? I hope I am pronouncing it right?” Alec smiled again. “Um…it smell so good. I was in Chinatown with Jace. Stumble upon this little Thai noodle shop…I…I hope…it’s good.” Magnus is looking at him, with the same hint of pity he saw in Jace. Alec bite his lips. Holding in his emotions. “…it’s spicy, I got the mild one too…just in case.” He looked away.
“Thank you Alec.” Magnus moved to help him.
They ate in silence. Listening to the rain. Magnus actually ate more this time, half his bowl. When he finished. He thanked Alec again. Putting the leftovers in the refrigerator and return to his office. Shutting the door.
Alec settled in the living room. Unsure if he should leave, but he decided to stay and made a pot of tea. The balcony doors still open. Still raining and cold. And it’s strangely comforting. He spend a few hours looking at some cold cases he has left at Magnus’ early in the week. Scattering them on the coffee table. Busying himself with work.
When Magnus reemerged, passing Alec towards his bedroom. Alec can smell the strength of a few glasses of whiskey coming off Magnus. Somehow, Alec felt a sudden surge of a need to be bold. He followed Magnus, who has disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the shower was started as the heels of Magnus’ shoes dances on the bathroom marble floor. Alec wants to do something, anything. However, as he approached the bathroom, the boldness is gone. Alec stepped back and seated himself on the bed. Telling himself, that he should go. Leave Magnus alone. It is getting pitiful.
He looked up to see Magnus standing there, body wrapped in his silk green kimono. His face is bare and one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey and the other around a nearly empty Dalmore’ bottle. He’s looked right at Alec.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Magnus’ voice was soft and hollow. “I actually can’t get drunk anymore. After a few hundreds years. I am grown immune to it’s problematic charm.” He finished the whiskey in one big gulp. “…it sucks.” He chuckled. “…all the pretending…and this was so expensive…Dalmore 62, perfectly aged.” His smile grew. Alec hasn’t seen Magnus smiled for a while now, but this smile. It was sad and broken.
He put the glass and bottle down and walked towards Alec. It’s a slow and uncertain walk. Alec feels weak, looking into Magnus’ eyes. They were red and swollen, filled with fear. The same eyes he saw when he shoved and pushed Magnus against the prison’s walls. While he was in Valentine’ vessel.
“What tragedy to bestow on us. Unlikely lovers…you and I. To love and despise at the same time is an interesting feeling.” He sniffed. Holding in his tears. Alec hated how he is heartbreakingly captivated by Magnus’ words and pain. Alec hates it.
“Darling, I know…I know why you doubted me. I know why you did what you did. I know.” Magnus is so close. The closest he has been since the switch. “But it hurts…still.” He cried, lips pouted, and as he pointed his finger to his chest. “…here…and here.” The he pointed at his own forehead. Alec wanted to reach out, to hold him, to change him, and to make him believe.
“Magnus, I am sorry…I am so sorry.” Alec choked on his words. Magnus runs his fingers softly through Alec’s hair.
“I am sorry too.” He stopped and pulled back. His face is stoned. “What are you doing here?” His voice is cold again. “Tell me…Alexander.” He grinned. “Someone like you shouldn’t be dancing with the devil.” His marked eyes showed, glowing in the dimmed room. They were alluring, beautiful, haunting, and dangerous.
“Because I love you.” Alec answered firmly. Magnus’ wide cat eyes were wet with tears and pulled Alec into an intoxicated trance. He pulled himself up onto Alec’ lap. Seated face to face. Magnus’ arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. And the tears returned and his muffled cries filled the room. Alec steady and carefully wrapped his arms around Magnus. Slowly pulling him tightly in. He can feel Magnus’ fingers digging into his skin. Magnus tucked his head between Alec’s head and shoulder.
“I should hate you.” Magnus whispered. Filled with tears and pain. “I hate what you did. I hate your kind…so much.” His words were broken. “…I hate that you didn’t see me.” Alec pulled him closer. “I begged you…Alexander.” Magnus’ tone shifted to desperation. Alec head hurts and the tears is pouring out, painfully.
Magnus pulled his face closer to his. His lips seeking for Alec. Alec turned, wanting Magnus to lead. The kiss was weak at first. Then a sudden rage filled them. Blood so warm and pounding. So rush and desperate. Magnus pushed him back, pressing his body on to Alec. Lips pressed hard and sloppy. Old whiskey has never tasted so sweet, so bitterly sweet.
Selfishly, how Alec needed Magnus’ kisses and touch. The absence of Magnus was slowly drowning Alec inside. He was so afraid. Afraid that any wrong motion or act, he would be punished to never touch Magnus again.
Alec knows. He has know for awhile. That Alec is selfish. Incredibly selfish in anything Magnus is. He wants Magnus, in every form, every nature, and every way. He wants Magnus’ happiness, his sorrow, and his pain. And he will take it all.
The shower was turned off. Left unused. They’re in bed, arms wrapped tightly and cocooned in the silk comforter. Alec watched as Magnus’ tired greenish yellow eyes slowly dimming and drifting off. Soon, Magnus was asleep, his body pressed against Alec. The sound of the rain and the faintness of Magnus’ breaths as he slumbered filled the room. Alec kissed his soft raven hair and whispered. “I promise you. I will never hurt you again.”
When Alec arrived at the institution. He was late. But he didn’t care. Magnus let him hold him last night. It was very hard to pull himself away from Magnus this morning. Magnus kissed him and whispered softly in his ears. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tonight.”
Alec knew it will take time. He will wait and he will be patient. Magnus needs time.
“You’re late.” Izzy said, worried. Alec didn’t replied as he seated himself across from her. He sees Sebastian next to her. He nodded at Alec and Alec returned a nod. He’s still uncertain about Sebastian, but Izzy seems confident. Suddenly, he felt a present beside him. It was Jace. He seated himself down and pushed a file towards Alec.
“I thought it’s best that you do this one.” Jace sounded suspicious and guilty.
“What is it?” Alec opened the file. A collection of profiles, pictures of Downworlders. In the stack was a picture of Magnus. “What is this?”
“They want a DNA sample…”
Note: sorry for the angst. And the grammatical errors. Did it on my iPad (late in the night) and posted it using the the Tumblr app and the app kinda of suck.
Fuck my boss, I guess. My second job is a locally owned spice shop, and its awesome and I love it, but I work it on the weekends and my main one on the weekdays, so I dont really get a day off. I had decided to put in my two weeks notice, and I was going to do it in person (I’ll get to this). There’s a Sunday and a Monday I couldn’t work because I had to go out of town, so I get that Monday off at my main job and I ask for the Sunday off for the other. The schedule comes out and I’m on it for that day, its 2 weeks away, so I leave a note asking if anyone could do it. We then had someone quit and just not show up (which wasn’t surprising but shitty still) so the Sunday before I’m supposed to leave, my boss calls me at the shop (I might add when I was alone and during the late rush when it was packed) and asks what’s up with that Sunday.
Me:“I can’t work, I’m going out of town for a family event.”
Boss: “Well you’re the only one who can work that day.”
M: “I’m not going to be here, I’m leaving Saturday when I get off.”
B: “We really need you to work open to close.”
M: “I can’t.”
B: “You’re the only person we have.”
And then I found out that he couldn’t do it because he was going on vacation, whereas I had an actual event that I needed to go to. So after that I decided to just write a note instead because he’s super passive aggressive so I was like I’ll show you passive aggressive. But then he just didnt schedule me the last weekend I was supposed to be there, and I was like “lol okay I need a break anyway”. And I honestly should of just quit that day he called.
I really loved the "spice up those coffee shop AUs" you reblogged, I could just see every single situation with mckirk. I couldn't choose a favourite so could you please pick one that you like the most and do your magic? Also, I just wanted to say that you're very beautiful inside and out.
Based on this. Kind of? It went a different direction fairly quickly.
Owning a coffee shop is hard work, okay? Harder than Bones thought. His shop runs fine, he has enough customers on a daily base to run a decent profit each month, but it’s not all grinding coffee beans, making fancy cappuccinos, and smiling gently at guests. The latter is not Bones’ thing to begin with, but he has employees for that. And co-owner Uhura, who spends more time in front of the shop than in the little office for their paperwork. But then Uhura leaves on a honeymoon with Spock, and Bones suddenly has to stand behind that counter, pretending to know what he’s doing.
And Bones can make a good coffee, maybe among the best coffees, but his cappuccinos don’t look so great, and the professional foam machine has been broken since forever. The other employees don’t have any problems making fancy foam and cute little art with chocolate powder or whatever. “Dude,” Jim says, a hand on Bones’ shoulder, “I’m sorry, but those cappuccinos look like shit.” “Excuse me?” Bones asks, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “You heard me,” he replies. Who does this Jim even think he is? Obviously he has no idea Bones is actually the owner of this place, but somehow, Bones doesn’t mind that as much. “Oh, really?” Bones asks, “taste it.” “I’m not tasting that, it looks like the saddest cappuccino I’ve ever seen.” “Try it,” Bones persists, and Jim glances at him suspiciously, but then reaches out and takes a sip. “Okay,” he says, “that tastes pretty good-” “I told you.” “- but look at it! These hipsters demand not just great coffee, but also aesthetics.” Bones groans at that, and Jim laughs. “I agree, but they buy most of our coffee.” “Fine,” Bones says, “if you can spare a minute or two after your shift’s over, show me how to do it.”
Bones knows how to work the espresso machine, but for some reason, he’s happy to pretend he doesn’t just to have Jim explain it to him. "How long have you worked here?“ Jim asks, and Bones shrugs as an answer. “How long have you?” He counters. “A year, almost,” Jim says. “And you have no aspirations to look for something more… challenging?” Bones asks. “I’m trying to teach you how to make beautiful coffee,” Jim replies, “and for some reason, that proves to be rather challenging.” “Screw you,” Bones says, though with a small grin, and Jim laughs. “Maybe after you make me a beautiful coffee.”
Turns out, Jim actually has an astrophysics degree. It’s something he casually mentions one afternoon when it’s quiet, and he’s overseeing Bones making a coffee. “You have a- and you work here? Jesus, Jim.” “What?” Jim asks, “I like working here.” “But you could work for NASA!” “I can also make great coffees,” Jim replies, “and, you know, fail horribly at teaching you to make ones that look half decent. How can yours taste so great but look awful?” “That’s just who I am,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “No, you look pretty great.”
“Bones, seriously, I’m worried that Uhura’s gonna get you fired if you keep making coffees looking as sorry as these,” Jim says, and Bones laughs. “I’m not gonna get fired,” he says. “I hope not,” Jim replies, “that would be a waste.” Truthfully, Bones practiced at home. He knows how to make those coffees the way Jim wants to see them. But there is something so nice about pretending to be clueless and maybe a little clumsy. To watch Jim sigh and smile and teach him again. Perhaps Bones is also purposely trying out Jim’s patience, because there’s gotta be something underneath that everlasting patience. Jim shouldn’t be patient. Had Bones not been the owner of this place, surely he’d be fired already.
The flirting is great, though. Jim isn’t shy at all, casually flirts along when Bones suggests Jim teaches him after office hours. He sees Jim’s lips curl into a smile when Bones’ hand briefly rests on Jim’s lower back as he passes him while helping a customer. He feels Jim’s hand on his arm to stop him from making “a mistake”, and his hand lingers even after Bones has corrected himself. And Bones tells himself nothing could ever happen between the two of them, because surely Jim’s more interested in the younger girls and guys who come in and ask for coffees. He must have someone at home waiting for him; being the bright, generous, and ridiculously good looking guy he is. So flirting is safe, and it’s fun, because nothing’s ever going to come of it.
The two of them are cleaning up after hours when Uhura returns. “Nyota,” Bones says, smiling at her as she walks in and pulls him into a quick hug, “how was your trip?” “Great. How was working in the shop, instead of running it in the background?” She asks, and Bones shrugs. “Manageable. Barely, but still.” “I don’t doubt Jim’s been a good help,” she says, nodding towards the other, who looks at Bones in disbelief. Bones throws him a small smile, and offers a simple shrug. Well, there goes that bit of fun. “Can you make me a coffee?” Uhura asks, and Bones nods. Doesn’t even think twice about it, and just makes Uhura a decent cappuccino.
“You lied to me,” Jim says, catching Bones when the other walks home. “What- have you been following me?” “Yes,” Jim says, “why didn’t you tell me?” “Okay, I’m co-owner,” Bones says. “Not that,” Jim replies, “I mean that you can actually make good looking coffees instead of that shit you produce around me.” “I was… testing your patience.” “Bullshit,” Jim replies, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” Bones says, “I liked the way you taught me. And I enjoyed our… banter.” “Banter?” Jim repeats, “you mean the flirting?” “If you want to call it that,” Bones replies. “I do,” Jim says, “were you ever going to follow up on that flirting, or what?” “Were you?” Bones counters, and Jim frowns. “I was. I don’t know if we can do that, considering you’re my boss, but… I was going to ask you out, once you got your coffee right.” Bones laughs at that, and Jim narrows his eyes. “I don’t know if we can go through with that, though. Our relationship is build on a lie,” he says dramatically, and this time, they both laugh.
"I still want to go on a date with you,” Jim says eventually, when they cross the park that leads towards Bones’ home. Why Jim’s still walking with him is beyond him, but Bones isn’t quite stopping Jim either. “I never realized you were so serious about the flirting,” Bones says. “Of course I was,” Jim replies, “you weren’t?” “I mean, I never thought anything was going to happen,” Bones says, “not that I mind if it would, but you’re allround amazing, and I’m… I mean, I’m a divorced father who owns a coffee shop. You’re an astrophysicist. How does that even-” Jim leans in, kissing him to shut him up, and it’s something Bones readily accepts. Jim’s arms around his shoulders, his own arms find their way around Jim’s waist, keeping the other close. “Go out on a date with me,” Jim says when he pulls away. “Okay,” Bones says, out of breath, “I know a great coffee place.”
Anon Request: Hi! I just came across a fic search for when james
takes lily to his vault and thought that you might write this.
Evans frowned at her less-than-eloquent boyfriend as he dug through his pockets
looking for something. The woman in front of them in the line at the ice cream
shop also frowned greatly at them. Lily smiled at the woman before shooting
James another glance; he was running his hands up and down his robes as if
searching for something on his person.
wrong with you?” she couldn’t help laughing at his ridiculous face as he dug
his fingers deep into his pockets.
pulled out the empty insides of his pockets, “I forgot my money!” he exclaimed.
rolled her eyes and reached for her purse, “Then I’ll pay.”
James exclaimed, yanking her from the line and she groaned as they passed two
women holding nice looking ice cream cones.
Lily stomped her feet repeatedly,
trying to get James to stop pulling her by the arm. It didn’t work. He was such a boy. He couldn’t go shopping on his own, he couldn’t let his girlfriend pay for a bit of ice cream, and he couldn’t hear her annoyance as they left the ice cream shop.
i STRONGLY advise you to switch from women’s deodorant to men’s deodorant if you haven’t already. here’s why:
men’s sticks are larger AND (generally) much cheaper than women’s. for example, you can get a 3oz stick of Old Spice Pure Sport High Endurance Antiperspirant at Target for only $2.54, whereas Dove is only a 2.6oz stick, and at the cheapest is $3.89, usually more. Same with Secret products.
many female deodorant products (including Dove) contain aluminum, which is known to be a big cause/risk of getting breast cancer
if you’re a generally sweaty person and don’t really shave under you arms like me, men’s deodorant typically has MUCH more endurance
it still smells pretty bomb! so what it’s not fuckin pomegranate wildflower cherry blossom baby powder tropical breeze scented? the scents are still fresh!
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A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters Annoy the Characters Writing Challenge. Our prompt this time was to include ‘someone taking up two seats on public transport so she had to stand’ and to try and annoy our character as much as possible. This is the third and final part to this ‘mini series’.
Getting back to the motel you had decided that a cab was your best option, so you had ordered Dean to sit down while he waited. The ride had gone fairly okay, except he knocked himself in the head with the car door as he was climbing in, and he tripped as he got out. He managed to stay on his feet, but he was growing angrier by the second.
“You sit down and don’t move a muscle,” you ordered as the two of you walked through the door to your room. Sam was looking at you like he wanted to know why Dean had a black eye and a large bump on his forehead. “Don’t even ask,” you sighed, getting a beer from the fridge. Yes, it was still early in the day, but if you were gonna put up with Dean you needed something to keep you calm.
“So, I was thinking we might be dealing with a haunted or cursed object. I don’t think a ghost would be able to move around like this if not attached to something,” Sam said, looking between you and Dean, both of you waiting for him to continue. “Everyone who has died are linked to the store in some way, owner, delivery driver, the ones who died before we got here was regulars.” Sam ticked them off on his fingers. “It all leads back to Same As It Never Was.”
“But I didn’t take anything from there, so it can’t be haunted,” Dean chimed in. He looked so defeated where he sat, slouched down on the bed.
“You touched a hell of a lot, though,” you pointed out, both brothers agreeing.
turtleneck sweaters / violin cases / eating chocolate icing from the jar / the entire score of Wicked / honeybees / hot chocolate / cinnamon / 7am / writing letters / checking the mailbox / checking the mailbox again / black ankle boots / minivans / bad parking jobs / gelato / the gaslight anthem / mumford and sons / anything played on the ukulele / custom lingerie / fake red roses / post-it notes / German / naughty schoolgirl contests / nuns / obscure indie music / Ohio / 9:30 Club / E.E. Cummings / Avatar: The Last Airbender / holding hands at the movies / flip phones / ordering chocolate milk at a restaurant / ferris wheels / 22 / drunk voicemails / Birdies Coffee Shop / honey spice rooibos tea / polka dots / pianos / pool tables / the way it feels when you ache and ache and ache and then sink to the bottom of the bathtub and for just a few minutes it doesn’t ache anymore
hello! i'm starting out as a male witch (a very hound one at that) and i'm wondering about if there are different types of witches, and how i find out which one i am. also, where can i buy witchy-items (herbs, spices, candles, tarot cards, etc.) lastly, i have a couple gems: lots of amethyst: light and dark, blue and orange geodes, and general cute rocks. what do each of these mean? thank you! -13 y/o male witch
Yes! There are many different types of witches :) To name a few:
Cooking/Kitchen witches–They do magic more with cooking and teas or brews and herbs. For example, Rylee loves to infuse her teas with spells, and puts sigils under her tea mugs :)
Techno-witches and urban witches–These witches mix technology and the energy of the cities into their magic–emoji spells, unconventional wands and spell ingredients, etc.
Hedge witches–Focuses on herbal magic, like healing spells and concoctions, and has a good relationship and respect for nature.
Garden/Green witches–The type of witches who have ten million plants in their homes and their gardens :) their magic focuses on nature and plants, and are really connected with the earth.
There are literally a dozen more, and all of the ones listed aren’t necessarily confined to the (pretty vague) descriptions I’ve given. To figure out which one you are, I’d just kind of look at the types of spells/rituals you like to do, or what kinds of things you find yourself drawn to. Also don’t feel confined to just one type of witchcraft! You can mix and match however you please :)
For witchy items, there might be a store near you that’s New Age where you can buy some supplies. I can’t vouch for any online witchcraft stores because I haven’t used any, sorry! You can also buy things just at your regular, nearby stores, if you need to be a bit more inconspicuous. Barnes and Noble carries some tarot decks, spice shops can have your herbs and spices, and a lot of stores carry candles
Amethyst–For physical and mental healing, in everyone from people to pets/animals. I’ve found that it really helps with diffusing bad energies, and with relaxation.
Geodes–I’d try and figure out what kinds of crystals your geodes are, which would tell you what best uses they have and their meanings :)
Summary: When Belle decides to woo Rumplestiltskin,
Jefferson gives her pointers on how to be more alluring with interesting results. Rating: T | Word Count: 3863 A/N: Written for @a-monthly-rumbelling: “You have a lot of
nerve saying ‘hello’ like nothing happened.” An early birthday present for the wonderful @still-searching47, who was excited about Dark Castle fluff with Jefferson in
the mix. Happy Birthday, love!
“Try pushing your shoulders back more,” Jefferson suggested,
tenting his fingers. “And lift your chin.”
Belle rolled her shoulders twice and stuck her chest out,
pressing her book against her abdomen. “Like this?” she asked, sucking in a
“Not quite.” He wasn’t even looking at her as he rose from
the plush fireside chair to study the display cases lining the walls of the
great hall. He sipped his tea with an ungracious slurp. “But you’re, ah,
Belle snorted. “If that’s you feigning nonchalance, you’re a
worse actor than I am, Jeff.”
“Fine,” he snapped, spinning on his heel. “I was trying to
be kind, but if you’re going to take that attitude, I’ll give it to you
straight: for the love of the gods, Belle, didn’t your nurse teach you anything
about feminine wiles?”
“She taught me how to read and speak twelve languages,” she
said tartly. “I was rather busy.” Her cheeks warmed with the implication that
she was lacking.
Jefferson rolled his eyes. “Nobody likes a know-it-all,
“Yes, well nobody likes a giant arse wearing a top hat either,
but here you are!” Belle flung her long, chestnut curls over her shoulder, retreating
to her chaise by the fire.
She slumped over her book in defeat, more annoyed at herself
for her failure than she was with Jefferson. He was only trying to help, but
she’d been peevish with him the moment he knocked on the door. She’d told him what
happened with Rumple, and now he was brimming with pointers on how she could be
Bodhi distinctly remembers the smell of his mother’s apartment. He couldn’t tell you the color of the walls, he could only recall the number of rooms – one, with a thermistove in one corner and two beds next to each other in another. They’d used the restroom and sonic showers in the shop below – because they’d been too poor to afford a place that had them in the plural, but he could always remember the smell that clung to that single, tiny room.
His mother’s apartment had been above a Twi'lek spice merchant’s shop. It had always smelled like cayenne, like mint, like Jehda’s native Itmuul, like hundreds of different spices from hundreds of worlds. It had sometimes smelled like the delicate perfume his mother had spritzed on occassion. When his mother had fallen sick, it had smelled like bacta. When she had finally died, it had smelled like dust and memories.
Bodhi sits in the back of the Rebel captain’s ship and thinks about the fact that every scent, every moment, is gone, along with everything he had ever known that wasn’t the Empire.
His hands stir restlessly in his lap. He wishes he were the one piloting the ship. At least when he flew something, it took all of his attention. Here, sitting in the back with a quiet, angry young woman and two Temple guardians, he’s allowed to think too much.
That was his problem, he decides. He thinks too much. His hands ball into fists and squeeze until they hurt, and part of him knows that Jehda City had been destroyed because of him. Because he’d dared to think he could help change something. Because he’d listened to Galen Erso and his fervent words.
He’d had nothing left on Jehda, after his mother died. It’s why he’d joined the Empire. The chance to travel the galaxy had always been a dream of his; and the chance to get away from the spice-scented home of his mother had been something he’d needed, desperately.
But it hadn’t been as simple as that. He’d seen things, transported people and artillery meant to destroy entire towns. He’d played a terrible part in the destruction the Empire wrought.
Perhaps Jehda was karma coming to bite you in the ass, Bodhi tells himself, perhaps you deserve the guilt, and then presses his hands to his eyes when the thought runs it’s course. It was like Galen always said: grief fades, but guilt will eat at you until there’s nothing left.
Bodhi honestly isn’t sure which he’s feeling right now.
It’s while he has his eyes covered that the monk makes his way over to him. Bodhi pulls his hands away and looks up bleary-eyed at a smiling, blind face when the monk politely clears his throat and says, “It isn’t your fault.”
“And how do you know that?” Bodhi asks, angrier than he means to sounds.
The monk hums and sits down beside him. “Okay, I lied. It is your fault.” He says, cheerily. “But to live with regret is no way to live at all. You have done what you think was right.” He taps his staff once on the durasteel floor. “Think about that instead of whether or not it’s guilt or grief you feel. Most likely, it’s both.”
Bodhi doesn’t bother to ask him to explain. He’d grown up with Guardians of the Whills – he knows how cryptic they can be, and how much they can know without asking.
“How do you feel?” He hears himself asking the monk.
The monk purses his lips and thinks. “I feel great sadness,” he finally replies. “The only home I have ever known is gone, aside from Baze there, of course.”
The monk’s guardian grunts from the other wall. The monk smiles.
“You see, Bodhi Rook, homes are other people. I sense that Jehda has not been a true home to you for a long, long time.”
Bodhi doesn’t respond to that. They both know it’s already true.
“What I’m trying to say,” the monk continues, and presses a hand over Bodhi’s. “Is that you should allow us to take care of you.” Bodhi looks sidelong at him and the monk smiles at him, genuine. “Jehda City may be no more, but we are. We can continue it.”
Bodhi sighs, and shrugs. “Your bodyguard doesn’t even like me.”
The monk waves a hand in Baze’s direction, calling him over. “Baze is gruff and more than a little angry–”
“Thanks, Chirrut,” Baze grumbles as he comes to a stop beside them.
“–but he is a good man, and so are you.” Chirrut nods as if he’s just sealed the deal with that one sentence. “We would do good to stick together.”
Bodhi looks from Chirrut up at Baze, who offers him a smile that’s surprisingly gentle.
He’s thinks about his mother. He thinks about the one-roomed apartment. He thinks about Jehda City. The scent of spices fill his nostrils.