I watched Maggie’s brother mix vanilla coffee creamer and milk together in a mug and drink it, and when I asked him what the hell and also fuck he was doing, he told me that he likes the way vanilla almond milk tastes but thinks it’s weird for men to drink almond milk.
You’ll find pieces of him in every boy you meet but in your eyes no one could ever compare. One boy may have his dark brown eyes, but when your hands are tangled in his hair and your foreheads are pressed together, you’ll notice that there are no freckles splashed across his cheeks. One boy may try to cheer you up by bringing you your favorite cup of coffee, but you’ve grown so accustomed to the way he drinks his, with more vanilla creamer than actual coffee, you’re left sipping the now bitter liquid with a heavy heart. Another boy may kiss you goodnight and leave you breathless, but you’ll remember that when you two held hands, you felt like you were on top of the world.
And you’ll soon realize that every boy will have a flaw, some so minuscule that you know it’s all in your head.
You just miss him.
Maybe one day, I will find someone else to love, But I know it will never be a love like ours. It might fill me up with happiness - but it will never replace the love that we had. He might know me, But he won’t know me the way you did, the way you do. He won’t know to give me the grape flavoured candies out of the bag of Jolly ranchers - you know they were always my favourite. He won’t know the way I drink my coffee; strong with that French vanilla creamer you know I loved. He won’t know to squeeze my thigh when that one Ed Sheeran song plays, I always cry when that one song plays, but I didn’t when you were with me. He won’t know to make me a grilled cheese at barbecues - you know how much I hate grilled meat. He won’t know what I’m thinking without even asking me - only you could do that. He won’t be able to read me like an open book - that was your job. He won’t know to push me up against walls and steal a kiss from me - that’s always reserved for you. He won’t know what playlist to play when we drive - that will always remain ours. He won’t know me,
I don’t think anyone will ever know me the way you did, the way you still do.
Ship: Professor!Dean x Student!Reader x Professor!Sam
Description: As (Y/N) goes to her first day of college, she notices something strange about her two professors: something about them seems far more familiar than she can comprehend. Where does she know them from?
(Y/N) was sat on
the sofa in the old-fashioned home, watching as her friends argued over
bringing her on the hunt with them. They weren’t necessarily fighting, but
fighting with an older man named Bobby. “She’s injured!” He argued, motioning
towards the girl. It was obvious that she didn’t have a say in the final
decision, so she allowed the three men to argue. It’s best if they got it out
of their systems. “Well, she’s got to get back into hunting eventually. Why not
going against a Djinn. Those fuckers are vicious and she can be grabbed with a
touch of the forehead. It’s easy.” Bobby turned away from the boys, angry that
they even suggested her going with them. (Y/N) cleared her throat to get the
attention of the three of them. It was like she knew exactly what to say at
that time, “If you’re forgetting, I’ve been on hunts before. Alone.” Dean
pointed towards her, as if saying to the older man, ‘See?’
When Aunt Tanya and Sharon both agree that the secret ingredient to making perfect French toast is adding a little bit of French vanilla coffee creamer and they make mental notes to go over other cooking hacks together after the PTA meeting
hey y’all! so i’ve recently gotten, like, really fucking invested in @charminglyantiquated‘s Elsewhere University world, and I just started scrawling this out in my notebook last week - so i decided that hey, i might as well post it. it’s loosely based on a few of my own experiences - in fact the whole thing was inspired by one - so, yeah. here we go!
So, it’s more fluff than smut, but I hope you enjoy, friend! :)
There was not a scent as glorious as freshly brewed coffee.
Aelin liked it black, but she knew better than to leave Rowan’s so simple. She poured half a cup of coffee in his favorite mug, which had a picture of them from their first date plastered on it, and filled the rest of the mug up with vanilla creamer.
When Aelin gifted him the mug on their first anniversary, he had called her a sappy romantic, but she knew she had done well when he drank out of it every morning for the next month.
“Up before noon?”
Aelin jumped at the sound of his voice, and couldn’t help but smile when she turned to see his bedhead, sleepy smile, and boxers with tiny owls painted across them.
“I’m always up before noon,” she rolled her eyes. “That’s you, you’re thinking of.”
“Ah, yes,” he groaned. “Remind me why I’m up before noon?”
“Because today is an important day in the lives of our closest friends,” she tugged him close by the waistline of his underwear.
Rowan’s lips pressed against her forehead, gently, as his arms found their way around her waist. “Why must I go, though? Especially when it’s so cold out, and our bed is so, so warm.”
“Because you’re the best man,” she nudged his chest with the top of her head, “Buzzard.”
“So vulgar,” he mumbled, “and rude.”
“I made coffee.”
He considered for a second before pulling back and giving up an award-winning smile. “I forgive you, then.”
After handing Rowan his mug, the two stood in silence as they sipped their heavenly liquid and watched the sun rise over the horizon.
“What’s on your list for this morning, Maid of Honor?”
Aelin jumped up on the counter. “Um….hair, makeup, nails, pictures, trying to keep Lysandra from panicking.”
“I don’t think Lysandra will be the one we have to worry about,” Rowan chuckled, pulling open the fridge. “I nearly slapped Aedion in the face last night. He was already panicking.”
“They’re so perfect for each other, though,” Aelin sighed, a soft smile on her lips. “They needn’t doubt.”
“As perfect as you and I?” Rowan’s eyebrow rose.
“Almost,” she winked, and reached for his hand. “Let’s go, best man. Time to get ready.”
“Can’t I just relax for five more minutes?” He complained, in the most manly way possible. “I haven’t even eaten yet.”
“Absolutely not,” Aelin protested. “Tight schedule. You can eat in the car.”
He pulled her to the edge of the counter and pressed his abdomen against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted his oversized tee shirt off her body and breathed in the beauty of his wife. She allowed his hands to roam down her neck, across her breasts, down her abdomen. When those rugged hands moved past her hips, he took her black, lacy boyshorts with him.
Aelin’s phone rang, breaking the mood, Lysandra’s ringtone echoing through the apartment.
Rowan went to retrieve it, but Aelin pulled him back and pressed her lips against his.
“What about our tight schedule?” Rowan chuckled, nuzzling her neck.
Aelin shrugged. “A few minutes won’t hurt.”
It may have been Lysandra’s day, but she could wait a little bit longer.
Little ask-stories sent to my main blog, posted here!
violetsnowstorm555 said: Archaeology
majors agree never to dig anywhere near campus for fear of what might come up.
Anon said: What about that one kid
who thinks the fair folk are actually ALIENS
k4t3yk4t said: There was that one occasion
with the Vegan™ freshman who discovered the black fur coat in her roommate’s
closet. She was so appalled… She stole it, not to keep, but to confront her
roommate later about. She never got the chance to. She wasn’t seen for months,
but eventually came back. She was different, when she did, though.. And never
went near the pool again.
Frankly, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a fully grown man take the giant carton of vanilla International Delight coffee creamer and chug it while he’s waiting for you to finish ringing up the rest of his items.
Simple spell for relaxtion or when you want to feel closer to the sea.What you’ll need:
Milk (either 2% or whatever milk of your choice, I used almond.)
vanilla extract OR vanilla coffee creamer (liquid)
microwave safe bowl
Eletric or Hand wisk
Your favorite drinking mug
In a mircowave safe bowl put a slash of your favorite milk and a little bit of water (about 1 part milk to 2 parts water)a tiny bit of vanilla extract/creamer a dash of sea salt.
When you add the sea salt say “Spirits of the water, calm me like the waters of the ocean, that I know to be. So blessed be!”
Warm it up in mircowave for 1 minute. (just enough for it to get warm but not too hot!) Once it done, take it out and take your hand or eletric wisk and whisk the milk so it turns to foam. If you’re having trouble add a touch more of water. Once it foams. Add a teaspoon of honey to your mug, and put the foamy mixure on top and enjoy!
so my ap stats exam was at the local tech college and they don’t have any food places on campus or nearby, so i went to the student store and bought myself a cup of ramen noodles and cup of coffee, which i put a bunch of french vanilla creamer in. i thought i could just microwave the cup of noodles with some water, but it wasn’t microwaveable and nor was the cup my coffee was in. so…i put the coffee in the noodles.
A/N So this is my first time writing a DC imagine or whatever. so sorry if its crappy also sorry for how ridiculously long this is.
Tagging: @royslittleharper who inspired me to write this back when she would run @batlog, also tagging @staringatademigod for inspiring me on a daily basis and lastly my friend @yoshithedrawing for being the one to read this first and the one to encourage me to actually post it.
walked into the meeting room, feeling a bit flustered as she reorganized the
charts in the folio in front of her. She had been working up until the last
moment before the meeting, and she pushed her deadline just a little too close.
What in the world was she even thinking! She needed to keep her head on
straight, but sometimes it was too easy to get distracted with her work.
Especially when Tim brought her new data he wanted her to analyze and then
things got a bit… sidetracked.
Raven bit back an embarrassing,
girlish sound, and her cheeks flushed. Really, she tried to block out the taste
of Tim’s kisses - coffee and just a little vanilla creamer. It was one thing to
think about these things behind closed doors when no one was looking, but not
when she was flying down the hallway to get to a meeting with Damian.
You finally moved back home after going to Columbia University and graduating with a Master of Fine Arts in writing. You had finally gone to school for what you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing. Writing.
Of course you loved reading. Writing could never compare to the world’s that sucked you in every time you read, but you adored writing nonetheless.
It had just been a week since you had moved back and you dearly missed that old coffee and tea shop that you used to go to before work. You remember the man that worked there always got your name wrong no matter how many times you’ve told him in the past how to spell it. You just let it slide because 1. He was so cute and 2. He was so sweet.
You decided to head to the little coffee shop to satisfy your curiosity of whether the man still worked there or not.
When you finally arrived, you walked into the entrance with the door hitting a bell letting the workers know a customer had just arrived. The familiar aroma of coffee beans and tea leaves filled your nose and you smiled, remembering the past and the nostalgia that the smell brought.
You looked around, scanning the little shop and noticing the slight differences the owner had made since you had been gone. There were a few people working there. One worker had their back towards the front door and was cutting lemons, one was making coffee and humming a lovely tune, and another one that was counting the money in the register.
You walked up to the register and began reading the menu, not sure of what to get.
“Would you like the usual?”
The man that was cutting lemons stopped and turned around from behind the register counter and smiled at you. You smiled back as soon as you realized that this was the same man who had always made your coffee.
You nodded your head at the man and he turned his back towards you, giving your eyes a show of his muscled back in his tight white shirt.
No later than five minutes later, he called out.
“Almond vanilla coffee with two squirts of hazelnut!”
You knew it was yours. You always ordered the two flavored squirts of hazelnut with almond milk and vanilla creamer.
You walked back up to the counter and the man, whose name you never learned, gave you your drink.
You took a sip of the hot drink and it was exactly how you loved it.
Sure, you used to be a regular, but you literally haven’t been to this coffee shop in four years. How did he still remember my order, you wondered.
“Thank you.” You gave the man the exact change and exchanged smiles before turning away. You happened to check your cup for your name, and a laugh slipped through your lips.
He once again spelled your name incorrectly, but he completely butchered the spelling. You couldn’t help but turn around and make eye contact with him and laugh again.
He had a confused smile on his face, not sure if he should laugh along with you or ask you what’s going on.
You walked back up to the counter and showed him the way he spelled your name, his confused facial expression never leaving his face but only becoming more confused. You decided to just tell him the truth.
“You wrote my name down wrong the first time I came here and I didn’t correct you, but you’re really sweet and I didn’t know how to tell you you’ve been calling me by the wrong name for seven years.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
His face turned red with embarrassment and he quickly took your cup away and brought out the Sharpie marker he had used to write your name.
“Tell me how to spell it correctly, please.”
You told him how to spell it correctly and once done, he held the cup out in front of him as if to contemplate on how to pronounce your name.
“How do you say your name?” He asked so innocently and adorably.
He repeated your name in a whisper, your name sounding so pure coming from his mouth. Your name almost sounded like a song that you didn’t want to end.
“Nice to meet you Y/N. My name is Sam.”
You repeated his actions and whispered his name to test out how his name felt running through your mouth.
“Nice to meet you as well, Sam. And don’t worry about the name. I just thought I would finally correct you after all of these years.”
He handed you back your cup of coffee and you took another sip, feeling the hot liquid sooth your throat from the cold morning.
Once again, you both smiled before you decided to walk away and go home to do some writing.
The voice stopped you in your tracks and you turned around to see Sam coming from behind the counter and up to you.
“Are you free this evening? I wanted to know if, maybe, you would like to go out and have dinner with me? That’s if you don’t have a boyfriend or a husband.”
Sam stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders as he asked you the question. His nervousness was beyond adorable and you couldn’t help but say yes. Your answer would have been yes, regardless.
“I would love to, Sam.”
Your words brought a huge smile to his face, his dimples becoming prominent as you noticed them for the first time. His multi-colored eyes twinkled in the light that was shining down from the ceiling lights and you couldn’t help but reach up and caress his face.
“I’ll come by later this evening and I’ll see you then.”
You dropped your hand from his face, the smooth and velvety feel of his cheek burning through your skin as you realized you might not ever forget what his skin felt like.
Below are just some of the faux meat products available at
many supermarkets, health food stores, and co-ops. Some grocery chains, such as
Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods Market, also offer store-brand options.
Cincinnati Chili Dog by Field Roast
The Cincinnati Chili Dog by Field Roast
Cedar Lake Deli
Franks, Tofu Links, Tofu Franks
Dogs, Smart Dogs Jumbo, Tofu Pups
SoyBoy Not Dogs,
Tofurky Hot Dogs,
Jumbo Hot Dogs
Yves Meatless Hot
Dog, Meatless Jumbo Dog, The Good Dog, Tofu Dog
Gardein Burger With Vegan Cheese (via Mike Hipp)
Amy’s Kitchen All
American Burger, Bistro Burger, California Veggie Burger, Quarter Pound Veggie
Burger, Texas Burger, Sonoma Veggie Burger, Black Bean Veggie Burger
Beyond Meat The
Beast Burger, Beastly Sliders
Boca Original Vegan
Ultimate Beefless Burger and Sliders, Garden Veggie Burger, Chipotle Black Bean
Burger and Sliders
Bean Chipotle Veggie Burgers, Veggie Medley Veggie Burgers
Quorn Vegan Burgers
Sol Cuisine Burger
Yves Meatless Beef
Sandwich with Tofurky Deli Slices
Sandwich with Tofurky Deli Slices
Field Roast Thin
Deli Sliced Field Roast (Lentil Sage, Wild Mushroom, Smoked Tomato)
Deli (Ham, Pepperoni, Turkey, Bologna)
Tofurky Deli Slices
(Oven Roasted, Peppered, Hickory Smoked, Italian Deli, Bologna Style, Roast
Beef Style, Smoked Ham Style, Pepperoni)
But I feel like they would all drink either depending on what they have available. Bruce would drink his black, Dick would add all types of sugar and creamers (sometimes mixed together all at once), Jason would take super dark coffee and add nothing, Tim would add an unhealthy amount of sugar, Steph would add flavoured creamers of any kind, Cass would like iced coffee, Damian would only be allowed to have a bit since he’s still young (but he would have it like his dad does), Duke likes his with hazelnut creamer and one spoonful of sugar and Babs likes hers with vanilla creamer and two sugar cubes