A Gifted Chef

I was lucky enough to be the next-door neighbor of a world-class chef. Like, legit world class. Like, Michelin star class. Yeah. The real deal. Stewart Therriault. Maybe you’ve heard of him.

One of the benefits of living near Stewart was getting to try all the sumptuous, creative dishes he’d make whenever he was home. Seriously, the guy cooked all the time. As soon as I’d see the lights go on in his house, it was only a matter of time before thick, luscious aromas wafted into my home. And, because he was a great guy, he’d often bring over a plate or two for me to try. “It’s all practice for the restaurant,” he told me.

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Synonyms for 95 Commonly Used Words
  1. Amazing — incredible, unbelievable, improbable, fabulous, wonderful, fantastic, astonishing, astounding, extraordinary
  2. Anger — enrage, infuriate, arouse, nettle, exasperate, inflame, madden
  3. Angry — mad, furious, enraged, excited, wrathful, indignant, exasperated, aroused, inflamed
  4. Answer — reply, respond, retort, acknowledge
  5. Ask — question, inquire of, seek information from, put a question to, demand, request, expect, inquire, query, interrogate, examine, quiz
  6. Awful — dreadful, terrible, abominable, bad, poor, unpleasant
  7. Bad — evil, immoral, wicked, corrupt, sinful, depraved, rotten, contaminated, spoiled, tainted, harmful, injurious, unfavourable, defective, inferior, imperfect, substandard, faulty, improper, inappropriate, unsuitable, disagreeable, unpleasant, cross, nasty, unfriendly, irascible, horrible, atrocious, outrageous, scandalous, infamous, wrong, noxious, sinister, putrid, snide, deplorable, dismal, gross, heinous, nefarious, base, obnoxious, detestable, despicable, contemptible, foul, rank, ghastly, execrable
  8. Beautiful — pretty, lovely, handsome, attractive, gorgeous, dazzling, splendid, magnificent, comely, fair, ravishing, graceful, elegant, fine, exquisite, aesthetic, pleasing, shapely, delicate, stunning, glorious, heavenly, resplendent, radiant, glowing, blooming, sparkling
  9. Begin — start, open, launch, initiate, commence, inaugurate, originate
  10. Big — enormous, huge, immense, gigantic, vast, colossal, gargantuan, large, sizable, grand, great, tall, substantial, mammoth, astronomical, ample, broad, expansive, spacious, stout, tremendous, titanic, mountainous
  11. Brave — courageous, fearless, dauntless, intrepid, plucky, daring, heroic, valorous, audacious, bold, gallant, valiant, doughty, mettlesome
  12. Break — fracture, rupture, shatter, smash, wreck, crash, demolish, atomize
  13. Bright — shining, shiny, gleaming, brilliant, sparkling, shimmering, radiant, vivid, colourful, lustrous, luminous, incandescent, intelligent, knowing, quick-witted, smart, intellectual
  14. Calm — quiet, peaceful, still, tranquil, mild, serene, smooth, composed, collected, unruffled, level-headed, unexcited, detached, aloof
  15. Come — approach, advance, near, arrive, reach
  16. Cool — chilly, cold, frosty, wintry, icy, frigid
  17. Crooked — bent, twisted, curved, hooked, zigzag
  18. Cry — shout, yell, yowl, scream, roar, bellow, weep, wail, sob, bawl
  19. Cut — gash, slash, prick, nick, sever, slice, carve, cleave, slit, chop, crop, lop, reduce
  20. Dangerous — perilous, hazardous, risky, uncertain, unsafe
  21. Dark — shadowy, unlit, murky, gloomy, dim, dusky, shaded, sunless, black, dismal, sad
  22. Decide — determine, settle, choose, resolve
  23. Definite — certain, sure, positive, determined, clear, distinct, obvious
  24. Delicious — savoury, delectable, appetizing, luscious, scrumptious, palatable, delightful, enjoyable, toothsome, exquisite
  25. Describe — portray, characterize, picture, narrate, relate, recount, represent, report, record
  26. Destroy — ruin, demolish, raze, waste, kill, slay, end, extinguish
  27. Difference — disagreement, inequity, contrast, dissimilarity, incompatibility
  28. Do — execute, enact, carry out, finish, conclude, effect, accomplish, achieve, attain
  29. Dull — boring, tiring„ tiresome, uninteresting, slow, dumb, stupid, unimaginative, lifeless, dead, insensible, tedious, wearisome, listless, expressionless, plain, monotonous, humdrum, dreary
  30. Eager — keen, fervent, enthusiastic, involved, interested, alive to
  31. End — stop, finish, terminate, conclude, close, halt, cessation, discontinuance
  32. Enjoy — appreciate, delight in, be pleased, indulge in, luxuriate in, bask in, relish, devour, savour, like
  33. Explain — elaborate, clarify, define, interpret, justify, account for
  34. Fair — just, impartial, unbiased, objective, unprejudiced, honest
  35. Fall — drop, descend, plunge, topple, tumble
  36. False — fake, fraudulent, counterfeit, spurious, untrue, unfounded, erroneous, deceptive, groundless, fallacious
  37. Famous — well-known, renowned, celebrated, famed, eminent, illustrious, distinguished, noted, notorious
  38. Fast — quick, rapid, speedy, fleet, hasty, snappy, mercurial, swiftly, rapidly, quickly, snappily, speedily, lickety-split, post-haste, hastily, expeditiously, like a flash
  39. Fat — stout, corpulent, fleshy, beefy, paunchy, plump, full, rotund, tubby, pudgy, chubby, chunky, burly, bulky, elephantine
  40. Fear — fright, dread, terror, alarm, dismay, anxiety, scare, awe, horror, panic, apprehension
  41. Fly — soar, hover, flit, wing, flee, waft, glide, coast, skim, sail, cruise
  42. Funny — humorous, amusing, droll, comic, comical, laughable, silly
  43. Get — acquire, obtain, secure, procure, gain, fetch, find, score, accumulate, win, earn, rep, catch, net, bag, derive, collect, gather, glean, pick up, accept, come by, regain, salvage
  44. Go — recede, depart, fade, disappear, move, travel, proceed
  45. Good — excellent, fine, superior, wonderful, marvellous, qualified, suited, suitable, apt, proper, capable, generous, kindly, friendly, gracious, obliging, pleasant, agreeable, pleasurable, satisfactory, well-behaved, obedient, honourable, reliable, trustworthy, safe, favourable, profitable, advantageous, righteous, expedient, helpful, valid, genuine, ample, salubrious, estimable, beneficial, splendid, great, noble, worthy, first-rate, top-notch, grand, sterling, superb, respectable, edifying
  46. Great — noteworthy, worthy, distinguished, remarkable, grand, considerable, powerful, much, mighty
  47. Gross — improper, rude, coarse, indecent, crude, vulgar, outrageous, extreme, grievous, shameful, uncouth, obscene, low
  48. Happy — pleased, contented, satisfied, delighted, elated, joyful, cheerful, ecstatic, jubilant, gay, tickled, gratified, glad, blissful, overjoyed
  49. Hate — despise, loathe, detest, abhor, disfavour, dislike, disapprove, abominate
  50. Have — hold, possess, own, contain, acquire, gain, maintain, believe, bear, beget, occupy, absorb, fill, enjoy
  51. Help — aid, assist, support, encourage, back, wait on, attend, serve, relieve, succour, benefit, befriend, abet
  52. Hide — conceal, cover, mask, cloak, camouflage, screen, shroud, veil
  53. Hurry — rush, run, speed, race, hasten, urge, accelerate, bustle
  54. Hurt — damage, harm, injure, wound, distress, afflict, pain
  55. Idea — thought, concept, conception, notion, understanding, opinion, plan, view, belief
  56. Important — necessary, vital, critical, indispensable, valuable, essential, significant, primary, principal, considerable, famous, distinguished, notable, well-known
  57. Interesting — fascinating, engaging, sharp, keen, bright, intelligent, animated, spirited, attractive, inviting, intriguing, provocative, though-provoking, challenging, inspiring, involving, moving, titillating, tantalizing, exciting, entertaining, piquant, lively, racy, spicy, engrossing, absorbing, consuming, gripping, arresting, enthralling, spellbinding, curious, captivating, enchanting, bewitching, appealing
  58. Keep — hold, retain, withhold, preserve, maintain, sustain, support
  59. Kill — slay, execute, assassinate, murder, destroy, cancel, abolish
  60. Lazy — indolent, slothful, idle, inactive, sluggish
  61. Little — tiny, small, diminutive, shrimp, runt, miniature, puny, exiguous, dinky, cramped, limited, itsy-bitsy, microscopic, slight, petite, minute
  62. Look — gaze, see, glance, watch, survey, study, seek, search for, peek, peep, glimpse, stare, contemplate, examine, gape, ogle, scrutinize, inspect, leer, behold, observe, view, witness, perceive, spy, sight, discover, notice, recognize, peer, eye, gawk, peruse, explore
  63. Love — like, admire, esteem, fancy, care for, cherish, adore, treasure, worship, appreciate, savour
  64. Make — create, originate, invent, beget, form, construct, design, fabricate, manufacture, produce, build, develop, do, effect, execute, compose, perform, accomplish, earn, gain, obtain, acquire, get
  65. Mark — label, tag, price, ticket, impress, effect, trace, imprint, stamp, brand, sign, note, heed, notice, designate
  66. Mischievous — prankish, playful, naughty, roguish, waggish, impish, sportive
  67. Move — plod, go, creep, crawl, inch, poke, drag, toddle, shuffle, trot, dawdle, walk, traipse, mosey, jog, plug, trudge, slump, lumber, trail, lag, run, sprint, trip, bound, hotfoot, high-tail, streak, stride, tear, breeze, whisk, rush, dash, dart, bolt, fling, scamper, scurry, skedaddle, scoot, scuttle, scramble, race, chase, hasten, hurry, hump, gallop, lope, accelerate, stir, budge, travel, wander, roam, journey, trek, ride, spin, slip, glide, slide, slither, coast, flow, sail, saunter, hobble, amble, stagger, paddle, slouch, prance, straggle, meander, perambulate, waddle, wobble, pace, swagger, promenade, lunge
  68. Moody — temperamental, changeable, short-tempered, glum, morose, sullen, modish, irritable, testy, peevish, fretful, spiteful, sulky, touchy
  69. Neat — clean, orderly, tidy, trim, dapper, natty, smart, elegant, well-organized, super, desirable, spruce, shipshape, well-kept, shapely
  70. New — fresh, unique, original, unusual, novel, modern, current, recent
  71. Old — feeble, frail, ancient, weak, aged, used, worn, dilapidated, ragged, faded, broken-down, former, old-fashioned, outmoded, passé, veteran, mature, venerable, primitive, traditional, archaic, conventional, customary, stale, musty, obsolete, extinct
  72. Part — portion, share, piece, allotment, section, fraction, fragment
  73. Place — space, area, spot, plot, region, location, situation, position, residence, dwelling, set, site, station, status, state
  74. Plan — plot, scheme, design, draw, map, diagram, procedure, arrangement, intention, device, contrivance, method, way, blueprint
  75. Popular — well-liked, approved, accepted, favourite, celebrated, common, current
  76. Predicament — quandary, dilemma, pickle, problem, plight, spot, scrape, jam
  77. Put — place, set, attach, establish, assign, keep, save, set aside, effect, achieve, do, build
  78. Quiet — silent, still, soundless, mute, tranquil, peaceful, calm, restful
  79. Right — correct, accurate, factual, true, good, just, honest, upright, lawful, moral, proper, suitable, apt, legal, fair
  80. Run — race, speed, hurry, hasten, sprint, dash, rush, escape, elope, flee
  81. Scared — afraid, frightened, alarmed, terrified, panicked, fearful, unnerved, insecure, timid, shy, skittish, jumpy, disquieted, worried, vexed, troubled, disturbed, horrified, terrorized, shocked, petrified, haunted, timorous, shrinking, tremulous, stupefied, paralyzed, stunned, apprehensive
  82. Show — display, exhibit, present, note, point to, indicate, explain, reveal, prove, demonstrate, expose
  83. Slow — unhurried, gradual, leisurely, late, behind, tedious, slack
  84. Stop — cease, halt, stay, pause, discontinue, conclude, end, finish, quit
  85. Story — tale, myth, legend, fable, yarn, account, narrative, chronicle, epic, sage, anecdote, record, memoir
  86. Strange — odd, peculiar, unusual, unfamiliar, uncommon, queer, weird, outlandish, curious, unique, exclusive, irregular
  87. Take — hold, catch, seize, grasp, win, capture, acquire, pick, choose, select, prefer, remove, steal, lift, rob, engage, bewitch, purchase, buy, retract, recall, assume, occupy, consume
  88. Tell — disclose, reveal, show, expose, uncover, relate, narrate, inform, advise, explain, divulge, declare, command, order, bid, recount, repeat
  89. Think — judge, deem, assume, believe, consider, contemplate, reflect, mediate
  90. Trouble — distress, anguish, anxiety, worry, wretchedness, pain, danger, peril, disaster, grief, misfortune, difficulty, concern, pains, inconvenience, exertion, effort
  91. True — accurate, right, proper, precise, exact, valid, genuine, real, actual, trusty, steady, loyal, dependable, sincere, staunch
  92. Ugly — hideous, frightful, frightening, shocking, horrible, unpleasant, monstrous, terrifying, gross, grisly, ghastly, horrid, unsightly, plain, homely, evil, repulsive, repugnant, gruesome
  93. Unhappy — miserable, uncomfortable, wretched, heart-broken, unfortunate, poor, downhearted, sorrowful, depressed, dejected, melancholy, glum, gloomy, dismal, discouraged, sad
  94. Use — employ, utilize, exhaust, spend, expend, consume, exercise
  95. Wrong — incorrect, inaccurate, mistaken, erroneous, improper, unsuitable

If you still think that you are not able to transfer some of your emotions and thoughts to your friends or family in a perfect way and feel very uncomfortable about that feelings you may take a look:

Crowley: *does anything*

Me: Truly God’s gift to this world. I am one with myself. Everything is right in the world. I am free from harm. Truly superb. Amazing. Perfect. One of a kind. Never before done. Talent at its best. Completely original. I’ve been blessed by god, this is heaven. I may die happy. My life is complete. Hot, Sexy, Standing ovation needed, excellent, superlative, first-rate, first-class, outstanding, remarkable, marvelous, magnificent, wonderful, splendid, admirable, noteworthy, impressive, fine, exquisite, glorious. Someone call the police, my heart has been stolen. Never before has my eyes ever seen someone as beautiful as this. This deserves an award. Truly the most majestic, splendid, grand, impressive, imposing, awe-inspiring, breathtaking, gorgeous, seductive, desirable, alluring, stunning, beddable, toothsome, cute, and adorable person to have ever existed. Truly amazing this one. I must protect and love him 24/7.

“Try this freshly-made pie and an egg,” continued Madame.
Chichikov did so, and having eaten more than half of what she offered him, praised the pie highly. Indeed, it was a toothsome dish, and, after his difficulties and exertions with his hostess, it tasted even better than it might otherwise have done.
“And also a few pancakes?” suggested Madame.

Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls, Book I: Chapter III.

anonymous asked:

A dragon comes to try and eat Plumette (because she's clearly a princess and thats wot dragons do) except he's not the only golden, firemaking thing in the room. (And Plumette is also a badA). ~NiceAnon (still needs tumblr account.)

you always get your fics right away because you are Nice Anon, so even though this fic is so amazing it should probably get like 20 chapters and full commissioned illustrations, I will give you just a little fic just to show you my fondness. also i am a bit tired so APOLOGIES if it just devolves into not making sense. but here we go let’s get some DRAGONS

The dragon looked over the Dragon Classifieds, dipping toast into his egg. He needed a princess—a good, proper princess; not any of these new-fangled breed, who hit things with saucepans or shot them with arrows or blasted ice out of their fingertips. No, that sort would not do at all. This dragon was getting old, and bitter, and a little fat around the tum, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had stolen a good princess. A good princess, now: dressed all in white, and near-divine with grace, and with deep dark eyes and a heart-shaped face. Elegant, beautiful, infused with love and femininity. That was the type of princess an old dragon wanted.

He scanned the Classifieds. Princesses in Germany, Austria, Italy—here was one all the way over in America, but the listing specified that she came with “raccoon and hummingbird sidekicks,” and that was just too much trouble to counter. No sidekicks. No princes, hanging around with slashing swords. Just a princess, all in white.

Ah! The hidden heart of France. Just normal France would do, but the listing was worded well. (dragons appreciate that little bit of style. many dragons have been known to go into careers as professional editors, when they are not eating people’s faces off). The princess of villeneuve had no sidekicks, no princely lover, not even a fairy godmother at hand. This princess would be perfect.

The dragon flapped his cranky old wings—oh, they ached, nowadays—and took off from his cave. To Villeneuve he would go. And soon he would come back, pretty princess in hand.

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What a splendid and fun supernatural procedural. I read it in its entirety on a cross-country flight, while a weary mother’s dictatorial three-year-old loudly terrorized my entire seating section from the seat beside mine. Even with a strange child’s feet flailing in my lap and a strange child’s popcorn arcing over my field of vision and a strange child’s crappy diaper removed and instantly refueled inches away from me, this novel held me. So, without further ado, five things about it:

1. It’s the first in a series: the Shadow Police series, book 3 of which came out last year in the UK and is coming here to the U.S. in May. I know that I’m a hypocrite to be saying I’m not a fan of series because I don’t like waiting for the next book to arrive, but there it is, it’s the truth. London Falling, however, wraps up book one’s concern in a satisfying, sprawling climax, and although there is a decidedly open ending, it’s better classified as a promise than a cliffhanger.

2. Cornell has writing chops. I knew before starting London Falling this was his debut novel, but I also knew that he wrote comics and had written a few episodes of Dr. Who. He brings that sprightly pacing to this novel, juggling four main characters with ease. It’s a procedural at heart, so expect efficient, brisk characterization rather than lavished pages of introspection, but the main characters were nonetheless specific and intriguing.

3. The magic is just wonderful. Sometimes when a book tries to meld grit and magic, one or the other suffers, but London Falling delivered some lovely and toothsome magic that felt essential and old.

4. The first 50 pages are a slog. I’m saying this because I want you to push past it. There are a lot of characters introduced very quickly and a lot of unfamiliar workplace relationships strung across the page, and for me, at least, it meant that I sometimes had to flip back to earlier pages to see if I was remembering last names correctly. This may have been due in part to my airplane seatmate’s shouting that she wanted her candy NOW, but I suspect not.

5. There is a very, very rewarding plot element three quarters of the way through the novel that I’d love to tell you about — but I won’t. It is the result of a careful building of a plot and character house, and far be it for me to bring it tumbling down before you get a chance to climb the stairs. Suffice to say that I grinned on the plane when I read it. Well done, Cornell, well done.

I’ll be checking out Cornell’s other work posthaste.

I Hate You

Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Requested plot: Imagine the reader as a Slytherin paired with Sirius in a class, she is injured during class and Sirius takes her to Madame Pomfrey. They secretly like each other. Sarcastic, sassy Sirius Black would be preferred. 

Word count: 1362
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable.
Warning: Strong language.

Part 2

The four boys chatted lightly, barely recognising the angry plants trying to attack them with their deadly spikes. Herbology for the sixth-year students was a tad bit more dangerous than the earlier years. Today they were studying a green, spiky, toothsome plant called Venomous Tentacula. Peter had sniggered under his breath as Professor Sprout had introduced the students to the plant, and Remus had shoved his elbow in the blonde boy’s side. The plants had angry, and deadly vines that tried to bite at the students, especially if they didn’t pay close attention.

“I hope all of you have your wands ready, know the severing charm, and aren’t afraid of some dirty fingers,” the professor bellowed. “Now, you’ll find your partner on the list I’ve created,” she waved her wand, and the list flew from student to student.

James sent his partner a cheeky smile. Lily rolled her eyes in reply as James headed towards the red-haired girl. Remus and Peter left the group to join up with fellow Gryffindor students. Only Sirius remained seated, frowning at the name of his partner.

A hand slammed down on the table in front of him; long fingers stretched out across her books. She usually painted her nails red. Today was no exception.

“Am I not the luckiest girl in the whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” the words rolled off her tongue dryly.

“You must have swallowed an entire bottle of Liquid Luck to score me as your partner, (Y/N)-baby, unfortunate that you had to take your contemptuous, spiteful demeanour out on me,” he turned in his chair to look at the Slytherin girl next to him.

“Wow, and I argued that that penis-enlargement charm wouldn’t work, but here you are, twice the dick you were yesterday,” (Y/N) snapped at him. Sirius let out a strangled cough, sending the Slytherin a vexed look.

(Y/N) smirked victoriously, watching as Sirius opened his copy of Flesh-Eating Trees of the World.

(Y/N) did the same, keeping a safe distance between herself and the poisonous plant given to them by the Professor.

“It says here,” said Sirius, still a hint of annoyance in his voice, “The Venomous Tentacula can in some forms of the plant also fire spiky spore-like balls from their mouths at their targets,” he looked up at (Y/N), “Sounds familiar?”

“Ha-ha, Black, I’m not the poisonous plant here,” (Y/N) spat, eyeing the plant carefully.

“I don’t know, you’re green, sharp, rather nasty looking, and you must contain some form of venom as you keep every living being a good few feet away.” The two watched as the plant moved it’s arms away from them, “Look, even the plant won’t look at you,” he laughed aloud.

“For your information, Black, it doesn’t even have eyes!” (Y/N) raised her voice, angry. With two distracted teenagers before it, the Venomous Tentacula shot forward biting her left arm; she dropped her quill immediately.

None of them spoke for half a second, only watched as the plant sunk its teeth into her flesh. Sirius reacted first, “Diffindo,” he shouted, pointing his wand at the plant’s vine. It snapped off.

Sirius’ charm had created a silence in the room; all heads turned towards the two dead-pale teens.

“Holy fuck!” Sirius exclaimed, but Professor Sprout didn’t take any points from the House as he cursed loudly. (Y/N) saw a thin stripe of blood drip from the bite; it didn’t look dangerous, but every student in the room knew it was very, very dangerous.

“(Y/N),” the professor said calmly, taking hold of the girl’s arm, “this will sting,” (Y/N) did not have any time to react to the woman’s words. The tip of Professor Sprout’s wand sent a jet of icy blue light at (Y/N)’s arm, “Glacius.” She had completely frozen the girl’s arm, keeping the poison from spreading from the bite.

A sum of frightened whispers ran through the air; they were probably all waiting for the girl to drop dead.

“Mr Black, please take Miss (Y/L/N) to the infirmary, and try doing so without starting a bickering contest,” the professor looked at Sirius, sending him a stern look.

“Um, yes, Professor,” they wasted no time, rushing out of the greenhouse.

“Damn it, Black! This is all your fault!” (Y/N) muttered at him angrily.

“My fault, you didn’t pay attention, (Y/L/N)!” He snapped back at her but kept his arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall as they walked up the hill towards the castle.

“Yes, but you distracted me!” she raised her voice.

“Only because you insulted me!” Sirius replied.

“I’m sorry that you fragile male ego is more important than my life, Black, but I don’t fucking care!” she slapped him with her good hand.

He grabbed her hand before she could hit him again, holding on to it. “You know, you should come with a warning label, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

She laughed a little, “Oh, I should?”

“Shit, your arm is turning purple, (Y/N),” he looked at her bite mark.

She tried to wiggle her good arm out of his grip, about to hit him again, but he held on too tight. “I swear, Black, if my arm is permanently purple after this, I’ll kill you in your sleep!” she yelled at him.

Sirius laughed.

“I mean it,” she told him as they entered the main building, heading down to the infirmary.

Poppy Pomfrey gasped as the girl walked in with a frozen, purple arm. “Mr Black, have I not seen you enough times this week already,” she told the boy helping her inside.

“I would argue, Poppy, that you can never see someone as handsome as myself, too many times,” Sirius joked, handing the girl, who now had a faint smile on her lips, over to the nurse.

“Asshole,” (Y/N) whispered as the nurse helped her over to one of the infirmary beds, she wasn’t told off.

“I’ll just stay here, in the corner, all by myself, worrying sick about your health, (Y/N), ” Sirius dramatically yelled over at the two witches as (Y/N) sat down.

“Yeah, you do that, Black!” she yelled back, but Madame Pomfrey told her to keep still and ignore him.

“I hope your arm stays purple!” he shouted, laughing at his words.

“Fuck you!” (Y/N) replied loudly, but the nurse looked angry at her at that.

“Will it? Will it stay purple?” (Y/N) asked scared, looking as the woman smiled a little.

“Of course not, Miss (Y/L/N), I’ve treated these types of injuries long enough to heal skin discolouration in my sleep,” she smiled.

“Thank Merlin,” she whispered under her breath, casting a curious look over at the wizard in the corner. He had stayed true to his words, standing perfectly still, watching as the nurse healed her.

After three complicated spells (Y/N) had never heard of before and a horribly bitter potion, her arm was back to normal.

“I would like for you to stay under observation for a few hours before I check you out, Miss (Y/L/N), in case of any complications,” Madame Pomfrey told her with a warm smile.

“Thank you, Madame Pomfrey,” (Y/N) replied politely.

“Mr Black is free to stay if he would like so, just so he won’t, what was it, Mr Black, ‘worry sick about your health’? I don’t want you sick inside my infirmary more this week,” she told the raven-haired boy, who gave the older woman a sheepish grin.

The woman left as Sirius moved towards the Slytherin.

“I hate you,” (Y/N) muttered heated.

“I love you,” Sirius replied.

“Whatyoujustsay?” (Y/N) looked at him, eyes wide.

“Nothing, I was just trying out that ‘heat of the moment, expressing our suppressed feelings for each other’-thing,” Sirius brushed a hand through messy locks. (Y/N) sat up from her bed, turning towards him with a baffled look, not knowing what to say.

“This is your cue, (Y/N); you’re supposed to do the same,” he smirked, moving his hands nervously as he spoke. Sirius seemed to have apparated towards here. He now stood only a few inches away.

“I hate you, Sirius Black,” she whispered. He heard her. It was his cue. He kissed her.

She daily effuses
the close-mouthed
tantrum of her fevers.

Hog-tied and lunatic.                        
Born toothsome,
unholy. Born uppity.        
Blue-jawed and out-order.  
Watched her sculptor                  
split her bitter seam        
with his scalding knife;
mauled through the errant                
flesh of her nature

and hemorrhaged mercury,
molted snakeroot, a smoke          
of weeping silver.

She, accused.
Sprung from the head
of a thousand-fisted

wretch or a blood-dark                                  
cosmos undoubling
her bound body.  
Vexed shrew. Blight of moon.        
She, armory. Pitched-milk pours
from her gold oracular.

Bred in her nest a lone                          
grenade, prized, unpried
its force-ripe wound.

She, disease. Often bruised
to brush the joy of anything.
Zombic. Un-groomed.      

Her night slinks open
its sliding pin. One by one
these loose hopes

harpoon themselves
in, small-ghosts alighting
at her unwhoring.    

She, infirmary.
God’s swallowed
lantern, tar-hair and thick.

Her black torchstruck.
A kindling stick.
No sinkle-bible fix

to cure this burning.
Shrill hell. Jezebel.

Isn’t it lonely.

Safiya Sinclair, “A Bell, Still Unrung”


An ancient Punjabi farmers’ festival which is particularly meaningful to those families blessed with a recent marriage or birth, or anyone who is celebrating it for the first time. 

The answers to when and why the bonfire festival of Lohri began are lost in the mists of antiquity, but are certainly as old as the story of civilization in the ancient Indus Valley itself. Even for our 21st century selves, it is easy to empathize with the age-old need to believe in the inevitability of life’s renewal during the harshest and most desolate days of winter.

What could have been more natural to Lohri’s creators than the desire to celebrate the spark of fertility and promise of new birth, especially in a place like Punjab, with its deeply-rooted agricultural traditions? What could have been a better vehicle for doing so than fire, with its intrinsic symbolism of transformation and regeneration? And, what could have been a more opportune time than the end of the month of Poh and the beginning of Magh, the point on the calendar when the Earth is at its most distant from the Sun, heralding the start of the spring season?

Like so many other folk festivals, Lohri boasts its own iconic personage: Dullah Bhatti. The “Robin Hood of Punjab”, legends depict him as a Muslim dacoit who lived during the reign of Emperor Akbar. Besides robbing the rich and distributing their stolen wealth among the poor, he is credited with rescuing kidnapped Hindu girls being forcibly taken to be sold in the slave markets of the Middle East, arranging their marriages with Hindu boys, and providing them with dowries.

The hilarious “Song of Dullah Bhatti” recounts one such exploit, where a girl (Dullah’s “daughter”) in disgrace (symbolized by her torn shawl) was not only honorably married off, but provided by Dullah with a sack of sugar as a wedding gift. Prime fodder indeed for becoming a bona-fide Punjabi hero of the people!

Even today, in a practice akin to Halloween in the West, children go door-to-door, intoning the Dullah Bhatti song in hopes of being given money and sweets, and taunting, in rhyming verse, those miserly householders who do not summarily hand over the desired loot.

Not surprisingly, along with the bonfire itself, calorie-rich foods, perfect for generating bodily warmth and energy, play a central role in this festival. With the joyous celebrants gathered together around a crackling blaze, not only Til and Jaggery, but other scrumptious munchies such as Moongphali (peanuts), Chivra (puffed rice), Phuliyan (popcorn) and Gajak (a hardened confection of peanuts and jaggery) are consumed with gusto and, for good measure, cheerfully tossed into the flames.

Quintessentially, Punjabi dishes such as Makki Di Roti (a corn-based bread), Sarson Ka Saag (cooked mustard greens), and Rao Di Kheer (a slow-simmered mixture of rice and sugarcane juice) are also indispensable additions to the communal feast.

Besides the effort of simply staying warm, another way to burn off all these toothsome edibles is enthusiastic folk dancing. Whether it is bhangra for the men or giddha for the women, “shaking a leg” around the bonfire to the hypnotic beat of the dhol is an equally essential and much-loved component of celebrating Lohri.

It seems natural that a festival of jubilation at the promise of fertility and bounty  -  both of crops and of people  -  would be particularly meaningful to those families blessed with a recent marriage or birth. Lohri is no exception to this, with the first Lohri of a newlywed couple or a newborn baby holding special importance.

Another element of Sikh significance may be provided by the fact that Lohri is also the eve of Maghi, the first day of the month of Magh.

On that day, a mela at Muktsar, a district town of Punjab, is held, commemorating the martyrdom of the Chaali Muktae (literally, the Forty Liberated or Immortal Ones) remembered daily in our Ardas.

Fearlessly led by the brave woman General, Mata Bhag Kaur (also known as Mai Bhago), these former deserters, who had previously abandoned the side of Guru Gobind Singh, returned to the battlefield to heroically lay down their lives at Khidrana di Dhab (present-day Muktsar), fighting alongside their fellow Sikhs against the armies of Wazir Khan, the Nawab of Sirhind.


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you can have half ; byun baekhyun

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Your mouth watered as you stood in the beginning of a line leading into a café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries just out of the oven surrounded you in a delicious scent. The soles of your feet were burning as it had been nearly fifteen minutes since you took your place in the queue. The café was packed to the hilt, its grand re-opening bringing crowds from all over town to taste the toothsome patisserie.

Fortunately for you, Baekhyun had the day off from training and the studio, and had ever so lazily agreed to accompany you. But when you had parked the car two streets away and had seen the line crossing multiple stop signs, Baekhyun had claimed a sudden wave of fatigue and ‘miraculously’ sprinted back to the car.

Snickering quietly at the thought of him, your eyes widened happily and your lips spread in a wide grin when your turn finally came, the person in front of you leaving the counter with their food in a white box with golden trims. You smiled at the cashier and pointed at your favourite tarts and croissants from behind the glass. Impatiently moving on the soles of your aching feet, you cheerfully paid for them and made your way out of the busy shop.

At a stop in front of your car, your eyebrows furrowed as Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen and neither was the passenger seat. Upon closer inspection, you snorted at the sight of your boyfriend sleeping with the seat at maximum bent, his mouth open and light brown hair sticking up in all directions. You crossed the road and sat in your own seat, carefully placing the box of sweets in your lap and far away from Baekhyun as you could, your eyes narrowing when you saw his nose twitch.

Before you could insert the keys in their place, you let out a small, shrill scream when two strong arms enveloped you and the heat radiating from the packaging onto your thighs disappeared.

“Fuck no!” You screamed, struggling against Baekhyun’s strong hold as he let out a chain of evil laughs, his chin tickling your shoulder and the back of your neck. “For God’s sake, oppa!”

With a teasing bite to the skin of your shoulder, Baekhyun considerably loosened his grasp on your petite body and scrambled across the chair to the backseat. He giggled as you whined and fought with your seatbelt, tugging on it with all your might.

“You can have half.” You pouted at him through the rear-view mirror. “But just half, oppa, I stood in line for half an hour!”

Shaking his head with melted chocolate and crumbs from the tart on his chin and cheeks, Baekhyun grabbed a mini croissant from the box and swallowed it whole, his gaze never leaving yours. “Only twenty minutes, jagi. And I’m a man who works long hours and is physically exhausted, this is but the smallest of presents.”

You glared at him, letting out a frustrated sigh when the seatbelt finally released you, and biting down a smirk when Baekhyun’s giggles only became louder when you tripped on your way to him. Landing in his lap with a chuckle leaving your own lips, you jokingly scowled at him before looking into the box.

“Baekhyun, how fucking dare you eat all my croissants!”

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Venture; Killian

Things finally slowed down enough IRL that I could get back to my “15-minute Masterpiece” writing exercise. The criteria are: writing for at least 15 minutes, light editing, no beta. Just me and words coming out of my brain. After this one, I have two prompts left.  

Thanks for helping me out! This one takes place during Killian’s time on Neverland after he turns Bae over to Pan and he meets Tinkerbell. I’ve always wanted to address how Tink knew Bae and the look she gave Killian when they met up in Neverland again in 3a.

Friends with Benefits

Hook took a long drink from his flask as if he were parched and what he kept in there was water. Far from it. He gave over to the familiar burn from the rum as it spread from his throat, throughout his chest, and into his limbs, which were already sluggish and damp thanks to Neverland’s perpetual humidity.

He passed his drink to the left, his work-roughened fingers grazing smooth, slender ones as he was relieved of his flask. Uncertainty flickered across his face for a moment as he considered the real reason he was there, but he replaced it with a carefree smile when he saw her glance his way.

His uneasiness hadn’t escaped her notice.

“What?” she asked, tilting her head to get a better look into his eyes.

Hook took a deep breath and shifted to better reach her, twining blonde wisps of her hair around his finger. He released them and met her gaze.

“I need a favor, love.”

Tinkerbell took a deep swig from the flask and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

She nodded once at him, amused. “This isn’t favor enough?”

“Ah, I prefer to think of this,” he waved his hook in a small circle encompassing the space the two of them occupied, “as a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Snorting softly, Tinkerbell shook her head, passed the flask back to Hook, and swung her legs over the hammock.

“Today, anyway,” she laughed as she stood. “So, what kind of favor do you need? You know I don’t have any magic.”

Hook stayed where he was, stretched out on the still swaying hammock, crossed his legs at the ankles, and looked up at her, grinning. “Oh, I don’t require magic for this, love. Just you, as you are.”

He took another sip of rum, and she crossed her arms over her chest and arched her eyebrows, waiting for him to go on.

All humor faded from his face as he corked his flask and put it aside.

“There’s a boy on this island—” he began.

“There’s more than one. Or have you been too…distracted to notice,” she interrupted while adjusting the neckline of her dress into some semblance of decency.

Hook rolled out of the hammock with a grace only an experienced sailor could muster, and pushed Tink against the tree trunk barely a pace behind her, his hips leading the way. He ran the curve of his hook over her collarbone as he leaned in and whispered, “I can do two things at once, darling. I’m quite talented.”

Giving him a light shove, Tink ducked away with a laugh. “And modest, I see.”

Hook shrugged and began fastening his pants. “As I was saying, Lady Bell, this boy is not part of Pan’s gang. He’s on this island because of me.”

Tinkerbell looked surprised. “Really?”

“Aye. He was with me… my crew… and now he's… not.”

“Okay,” she answered as if waiting for more of an explanation, but when none was forthcoming she sighed and placed her hands on her hips. “What will you have me do then?”

Hook flashed her a toothsome smile and reached out to squeeze her shoulder with a nod. “Look out for him. Bring him supplies I will leave for you. Make sure Pan keeps his distance.”

“What’s in it for me?” Tink asked with a sidelong glance.

“Whatever the lady wishes,” he said with bow.

Tink nodded, satisfied, then narrowed her eyes and considered Hook.

“Why is this boy so important?”

Hook drew in his brows and frowned, a pained look darkening his face for a brief moment. The muscle in his jaw twitched as he looked out into the distance.

“Conversation for another day, love,” he said with a stiff shake of his head.

“Why can’t you do it yourself?”

Hook leaned over and retrieved his boots from where he’d pulled them off by the hammock only an hour or so before. He sat carefully in the cradle of the hammock, leaned back, and positioned his foot over the mouth of the shoe.

“Thanks to the bargain I’ve made with Pan to make some supply runs, I’ll be gone. At least part of the time,” he said, pushing his foot into the soft, worn, leather.

Tinkerbell plopped down on the floor and picked up his other boot and wrapped her arms around it.

“That’s not the only reason, is it?”

Hook ignored the not-really-a-question and held out his hand for his boot. She hid it behind her back, out of reach. He felt tired, and not just because of their afternoon dalliance or the oppressive heat.

He wiped the sweat from his face and leaned his forearms on his thighs, canting him closer to Tinkerbell. She never failed to remind him of forests—cool air under canopies of rustling oak and maple, soft moss covering the ground, and the delicate scent of summer flowers growing wild in untended fields. She was nothing like the dank, rotting jungle that smelled of stagnant water and pungent, over-ripe fruit. She was a brief respite in the hell he’d created for himself, but she was not his confidant.

Hook took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes for an extra moment to sort his jumbled thoughts of Bae and all the reasons he meant something to Hook. But finding the right reason to persuade Tinkerbell to help him was blessedly simple.

“The boy, Baelfire… He’s alone. And not completely of his own choosing. Will you help me or not, love?”

Tink handed Hook his boot and shrugged, but Killian could see her expression soften. “Sure. I’ve got nothing better to do. Especially if you’re going to be gone,” she added.

“Excellent. Then we have an accord,” he said, holding out his hand.

Tinkerbell clasped it in hers and squeezed gently. “Seems we do, Captain.”

BelGoioso’s Burrata is a small round of stretched cheese, which is hand-pulled around fresh curds and heavy cream. It appears very similar to Mozzarella, but don’t be fooled—the clean, lactic-smelling cheese can be split open to spill out its curd and cream center.

The flavor is similar to its aroma, clean, fresh and lactic. The texture of Burrata is a toothsome outer layer and a rich, delicate interior.

A classic serving suggestion is to place it on a salad of tomatoes and basil with a light drizzle of olive oil and a sprinkle of salt and pepper. Burrata is best paired with a light white wine such as an Italian Vermentino.