#admin menu

[hatchet-bakery]

[Jordan walked in with a smile, holding Tim’s hand behind him. He walked to the counter.]

“Hey, we had a reservation for 6:00 pm.”

- @jordan-williams-tuba @prophet-tim-houston

[Blair looks up from their seat at the counter and smiles at the pair.]

Hey you two! Follow me over this way.

[He sits up and picks up two laminated pieces of paper before leading them to a small table that’s been set up.]

Now, we don’t normally get people asking for reservations, but on the rare case we do, I actually have menus so you have the choice of getting actual food, rather than some pastries!

[daily-madcom-drawings]

Got myself an early new year's present. I'm either about to make 50 posts in a row, or completely disappear for hours

May come back with either new OC lore, or a whole new arena OC

[mr-fucko]

why would a radiology clinic not have a hold button im 😭

[sdv-polls]

censored cos this poll is queued for tomorrow and no spoilers but i typed it out yesterday with six DIFFERENT options (obviously) and after i hit "queue" i went to check the post for typos or whatever and it looked like this. how does that happen. the trials of running poll/submission blogs when ur a mobile user :'(

[hissterical-nyaan]

Back in the grind(er)

[slavhew]

graggrgrggfhgghnh i went a bit insaneys drawing ocs </3 thats filler for the rest of the week or so ig

[om-web-solution]

How to Add Custom Admin Menu in Magento 2

Hello Everyone,

In this blog, we will learn about how to Add Custom Admin Menu in Magento 2.

Magento gives a wide range of admin menu options although sometimes wants to add custom admin menu and submenu in the store admin sidebar.

Without wasting your time, let us guide you straight away. Follow the easy step given below to Add Custom Custom Admin Menu in Magento 2.

STEPS FOR ADD CUSTOM HEADER AND TOP LINK IN MAGENTO 2

Step 1: Create menu.xml file

app/code/Vendor/Extension/etc/adminhtml/menu.xml

<?xml version=”1.0″?>

<config xmlns:xsi=”http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema-instance” xsi:noNamespaceSchemaLocation=”urn:magento:module:Magento_Backend:etc/menu.xsd”>

    <menu>

        <add id=”Vendor_Extension::magecurious” title=”Magecurious” module=”Vendor_Extension” sortOrder=”10″ resource=”Vendor_Extension::magecurious”/>

        <add id=”Vendor_Extension::addrecord” title=”Add Record” module=”Vendor_Extension” sortOrder=”10″ action=”helloworld/index/index” resource=”Vendor_Extension::addrecord” parent=”Vendor_Extension::magecurious”/>

        <add id=”Vendor_Extension::managerecord” title=”Manage Record” module=”Vendor_Extension” sortOrder=”10″ parent=”Vendor_Extension::magecurious” action=”helloworld/index/index” resource=”Vendor_Extension::managerecord”/>

    </menu>

</config>

Step 2: Finally run the below commands

$ php bin/magento setup:upgrade

$ php bin/magento cache:clean

$ php bin/magento cache:flush

Final Thoughts:

So this was the easiest way which we have told you in this blog. This is how you can Add Custom Admin menu and submenu in Magento 2. Hope you liked the blog.

So quickly go to the comment box and tell me how you like this blog?

Stay tuned with us on our site to get new updates of Magento.

Thanks  for reading and visiting our site.

[your-wpthemes-co-in]

How to Make WordPress Simpler and Easier to Use for Clients | Edit Role Wise Menu Item

How to Make WordPress Simpler and Easier to Use for Clients | Edit Role Wise Menu Item | Admin Menu Editor  As a WordPress site owner, the WordPress admin dashboard is the most important part of your website. It’s like a control center where you can find all the information, tools, and plugins to manage your site easily. You can create new pages, change themes, and set up your entire site with…

[kumpulanjurnalmakalah-blog]

[solved] How do you add a WordPress admin page without adding it to the menu?

[solved] How do you add a WordPress admin page without adding it to the menu?

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[lucis-dove]

Coffe𝖾 on dark nights {1}: 𝖠𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖺

chapter summary; 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖣𝗋. 𝖠𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾.

pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x reader

rating: Mature

chapter no: Chapter 1/10 𝗈𝖿 𝖢𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌

wc; 4.2𝗄

tags/warnings; 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾!𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖾!𝗀𝖺𝗉

Author; @lucis-dove

a/n: 𝖬𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗂𝗍𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 to (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖤𝖱 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖣𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗏𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖣𝗋. 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖠𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗍

The morning is slow. It always is at 7:30 A.M. 

Most customers trickle in around nine, but the rush always falls around midday to early evening. In those hours, scheduled lunches, afternoon coffee breaks, and the end of workdays overlap until closing.

But you've come to like the mornings. It gives you time to prepare, walk leisurely rather than in a hurry to prepare pastries and sandwiches. It was on the verge of being serene. Brewing your morning drink at work rather than at home. Watching the sun rise to shine through the large windows of the café.

It's a nice start to your mornings, and today follows the same pattern. 

With practised ease, you brew your usual morning cup to fend off the lingering chill that stuck to your skin after putting out the Open sign outside. Unsuprisingly, no other than the crips morning air met you as you did.

The smell of frothed milk and sweet spice fills the air as you sit on the stool you'd taken from the back earlier. With your laptop in front of you, you sip your drink as you go over some admin tasks. 

What pulls you out of the usual lull of your morning shift is the door opening.

Eyes flickering up, your attention first notes the time. 7:45 A.M. Then they follow the man entering.

"Good morning," you greet him, voice still soft as it usually is in the early hours when you've neither used it much nor strained it to be heard over the crowd's buzz. 

His eyes connect with yours and he nods in return. 

You watch him as he walks closer, closing your laptop once you notice he doesn't glance at the menu. With your beverage left behind, you step in his direction, fingers already hovering over the register, ready to take his order, as he stops at the other side of the counter.

"Do you have just normal coffee, filter, black?" The side of your mouth twitches at his question.

"Yes. Fancy one to-go or sit here?" 

"To go." His gaze never leave yours. Up close, his brown eyes appear lighter from how the sun casts a yellow, warm glow.

"It will be a few minutes as I just started brewing. Is that alright with you?" He nods. 

You smile in return as you register his order on the touchscreen. Your nails tap against the glass just slightly, filling the momentary silence. 

"When you're ready," you motion to the terminal before him. 

Any other time of the day, you would've already moved to fish up a to-go cup, preparing to make the requested beverage before a receipt was printed. But, with no line and only one customer, you stayed put. 

You silently offer the man opposite you the strip of paper once it's printed. He equally as wordlessly declined with a motion of his hand.

You give him a soft smile before you move, binning his receipt of a sole black coffee on the way to retrieve what you need. But there wasn't much you could do to prepare his order. The sole ingredient was still dripping away with another five minutes to go.

"I guess you'll skip sugar as well?" You pinch the to-go sweetener between your index and middle finger, holding it up for him to see while looking over your shoulder. 

He's threaded a hand beneath the one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. "Guessed right." 

You exhale amusedly, putting the papery package back among the rest. 

Once again with nothing to do, you find yourself levitating towards your drink abandoned on the counter. It's still warm when you take a conservative mouthful.

You watch the man with salt and pepper curls. The more salt than pepper dusting his temples catches the light as he looks around the room, making them shine silvery.

The larger details of seats and tables were noted with one sweeping glance, yet he scrutinised the glass display separating you, sandwiches and danishes enduring a more thorough inspection. 

"First time here?" Your question earns his attention, eyes flickering to watch you through his brow before his head follows.

"Yes." His lips purse as he nods slightly. "Got a recommendation."

"That's always nice to hear," you reply with a tilt of your head. 

He cocks his brows in a minimal fashion as you rose your cup to your lips again. As he continues watching you, you realise he sought the why. You swallow before explaining. 

"We opened not too long ago, and word of mouth should never be overlooked for newly established places." You clarify, now cradling your cup in both hands, the warmth seeping into your palms.

"Picked a good spot, around the corner of a hospital full of coffee addicts," his head jerks sideways, hinting at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre not too far away.

"Sometimes you got to be lucky," you shrug, smiling slightly as you take another sip. You take another sp of your dirnk before shifting your mug into one hand. "So is it the end or start of your shift?"

You follow the question with a sweeping motion to your clothes, implying you'd noticed his scrubs but didn't mention it earlier.

"End." Your brows rise, pursing your lips as you nod in understanding.

Your trained ear picks up a minimal flick. 

The sound would've been drowned out in a lunch rush by voices and coffee machines. But now it cut through the morning silence to signal the drip coffee finishing. 

Although you gave the man a brief smile before shifting your attention, you could feel his eyes remain on you once your back was turned. But it wasn't for long, since with nothing fancy or add-ons to consider, his to-go cup was soon filled with the lid on.

"There you go-" You push his drink across the counter after returning to stand before him, eyes flitting down to catch the name on the ID card clipped to his clothes."-Dr. Abbot. Hopefully it's as good as black coffee gets."

The side of his lips pulls upward at your comment, and he grabs his drink.

"You'll know if it is." Dr. Abbot tilts the mug in an informal thanks. 

You chuckle at his curt comment that still held a witty dryness. Meanwhile, he gave a silent goodbye with a nod.

"Have a good day," you call after him as he pushes the door open, receiving two fingers lifted from around the cup in a reciprocating motion as he walks out.

The next time you see Dr. Abbot is a day later, around the same time.

You just exited the backroom, a smaller bag of coffee beans thrown over your left arm and the tin of newly ground ones in your right. Your brows rose as you spotted the familiar Doctor who had just entered. 

A smile unfolds on your lips as his gaze settles on you. "So, I take the coffee was acceptable?" 

Your face remains turned towards him even as you walk behind the counter and set down the things you brought. Once your arms were free, you moved to take your place behind the register. A few seconds later, he steps up to the counter from his side, hands in his pockets.

"I am here". 

You chuckle as he refers to his comment from yesterday. "And I guess you're here for the same delicious drink again?"

"You have an uncanny accuracy in your guessing." His tone was flat, deadpan. But his lips twitch upwards.

"I've heard that before," you flash him a smile, simultaneously typing in his order. He didn't wait for you to motion to the terminal this time.

You heard the receipt printer behind you, but focused on measuring the coffee you'd brought. A deep scent of earth and something nutty filled the air as you distributed enough coffee grounds into the filter.

"It smells good."

"Hm?" You direct over your shoulder, notifying Dr. Abbot that you caught him saying something, but not exactly what.

With the same hand now clutching the strap of his backpack, he pointed to the tin from which you were scooping the brown powder. 

"The coffee," he clarifies.

"Oh, yeah, newly ground coffee smells good, especially in the morning," you nod in agreement, moving to fill the water tank for the machine. "But you probably wouldn't have said it with this one," you pat the bag of intact coffee beans to your left.

"Isn't it the same?"

You glance over your shoulder, one side of your mouth tugging into half a smile. "No." 

You switch on the machine and turn towards him again. He's watching you, and as you eye him for a few seconds, you make a split-second decision. 

Reaching sideways, you bring the ground coffee you'd used for his drink along with another. Dr. Abbot watches you with intrigue until you set down the copper-coloured canisters on the counter between you.

"Here, smell the difference." You push them towards him. 

You already know the outcome, holding your amused laugh for long enough to witness his brows furrow after inhaling both coffees he'd risen to his nose.

"Smells like coffee." 

"Technically not wrong," you say on the breath of a chuckle as he looks at you again, putting down the tins. "But, there's a slight difference."

"Which is?"

You flash him a smile. "Strap in for the lecture, Doctor."

Your hand settles on the side of the canister to your left, still slightly cold to the touch this early. Dr. Abbot's gaze follows along as you do, intrigue creasing the side of his eyes. 

"This is the ground version of the beans we use for the machine." Moving your hand, you point to the bag you'd carried when he entered. You had yet to put it into the coffee machine's grinder, but you simply had to do that after he left. "We use both for espresso; the only difference is the process of making it."

"What's this thing about a bad smell?" 

"Not bad, just not as good." You correct him. "It's a dark roast, smells like you imagine strong coffee doing; dark, kinda earthy, sometimes a bit charcoaly." 

His lips twitch. "What says I wouldn't like that?"

"Maybe you would, but that you cam back for your last order says otherwise," you retort, mouth mirroring his upwards tilt. You see he's about to say something, so you hurry to continue with a finger held up. "Because of the big difference."

All he does is cross his arms over his chest, his head rolling sideways, remaining silent with the quirk in his lips still present. 

"This one is the base of the good drink you returned for: medium-roasted Arabica beans. Call it the happy middle between dark and light roast." You move your right hand to motion to the right canister. "It's smoother, sweeter and less bitter, easier to enjoy black for those who drink it like that," you explain, sending him a humoured wink. He chuckles as his head dips into a shake.

Before he speaks, he looks up at you again, gaze connecting with yours. 

"You know your stuff." 

"It does help when working at a café." You raise your brows with a swift sideways tilt of your head before putting away your demonstrating objects in their rightful spots. Still, pride flares in your chest at the credit. 

"Why does it taste so different?" He asks, before adding, "Between different places."

"Some just pick better quality beans and their degree of roast than others," you reply with a shrug, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

"And you're one of those?" He humours you. Your brows rise with an over-exaggerated expression of 'maybe'. 

"Sometimes you've got to pat yourself on the back." When you continue, you do so a bit softer. "But, it all really depends. Ultimately, it's up to the drinker what they prefer."

He nods along with your words. "Anything other than instant coffee or the cheap filter brand at the hospital is enough for this one." 

You can't help but let out a short laugh as you turn from him, noticing the red light for the filter coffee had turned off. "Happy I passed that bar at least." 

You prepare his coffee, and the procedure is as uncomplicated as yesterday.

"I guess I'll see you around, now that I've been promoted above office-coffee." You place the cup he'd been waiting for between you.

"You probably will." He accompanies the response with a nod, then his version of a goodbye, "Thanks for the coffee and the lesson." 

"My pleasure," you reply as he walks to the exit.

Despite assuming he would return, you hadn't anticipated seeing Dr. Abbot on the third day in a row. Nor the fourth or fifth. Although after a week of him stopping by, you counted on the aged doctor with black scrubs and a camouflage-coloured backpack to be your first customer of the day when Monday came around.

He usually arrived around eight, give or take fifteen minutes. But the previous week's pattern had been consistent enough that you knew it was him as soon as the door opened on Monday morning. Even if your back was turned to the entrance.

"Did you stop by during the weekend as well?" You greet him, still filling the freshly ground beans into the, his, filter coffee. You caught the amused huff he released through his nose, confirming it was the anticipated Doctor.

"No, I was off from work." You find your smile comes easily as you turn to face him, pausing your preparation of his drink.

"Your wife must have been overjoyed that you didn't waste your money here, instead having your coffee at home with her," you joke. 

You'd noticed the black wedding band on his left hand the first day he'd visited. It was much more discreet than the watch around the same wrist, but still effectively emphasising his marital status.

You'd anticipated a chuckle and a shake of his head. You'd gotten it before with similar comments. When the wives were here with their husbands, they usually also laughed as they nudged them, teasingly, implying. But, they never complained when their drink was paid for as they settled down for a Sunday brunch, hinting that they didn't really mind from the beginning.

What you certainly hadn't expected was the glance down at his hand, which then fisted once his eyes locked with yours.

"Haven't been the case for some time." Dr. Abbot's tone is flat, but it doesn't mean his eyes are void of emotion. Long-processed grief and a flicker of enduring fondness are wrapped together and shining through his unfaced expression.

"Oh." The sound of realisation came with a wave of mortification rushing through your body, the kind that had you wanting to curl up in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

"Happened years ago," he dismisses with a shrug. 

You nod, he didn't seem distressed, so you guessed he didn't lie. But honestly, you're far too gone in your reeling mind to decipher whether it all could be a facade. 

Eyeing you in the silence, he cleared his throat. "The ring, I just haven't..." he trails off, eyes falling to his flexing hand before releasing an exasperated sigh once it relaxed alongside his body.

"I understand." He looks at you, then. Truly watches you. "Habits die hard." 

Dr. Abbot remained silent but didn't avert his eyes. Instead, you did it, turning to continue preparing the coffee he hadn't verbally ordered, but you knew he was here for. Just as he had during his first visit, his eyes now remain on you from where he stands. Yet, compared to a week earlier, they felt heavier, scorching into your back.

"Well...," your voice is small, careful not to accidentally overstep again as you try breaking the tension that at least you felt. "Then we're two about... you know, having our drinks here rather than home."

"Yes, at least if I want a drinkable cup." 

You turn slowly once his coffee is brewing, looking at him with a tilted head after what you'd caught as an attempt at jest. 

"Never been good at brewing one yourself?"

"A reason my colleagues hurry to beat me to the coffee machine." His comment lightens the thickness having entered the air. It made it feel possible to laugh, so you chuckle lowly.

"So they are at least delighted you've started stopping by?" Your lips pull into a smile as you finally move closer to him and the cash register to tap in his order.

"Could say that." His answer escapes on the same breath as an amused huff while he paid for the coffee.

In tandem with the receipt printing, the coffee finished. You knew he didn't want the recipt, so you went to fill Dr. Abbot's to-go cup, moving back to deliver it just as the paper with his order finished printing. 

Your goodbye passed in silence. Not awkward, simply preferred. He'd nodded, and you answered with a smile and a little wave as he gave you a last look before he exited.

Habits die hard and all that, but you didn't think you would see Dr. Abbot the next day. 

Yesterday had ended like it usually did and not a lingering spike of tension. But you couldn't deny the grimace you did as he'd left and you were alone. The Jesus you let out aimed at yourself for the insensitivity, despite knowing most could've made the same honest mistake.

So when the door opened on Tuesday, having you look up from your laptop and see Dr. Abbot walk in, some sense of unspecified relief washed over you. You were smiling even before you realised you had gravitated away from your seat and towards the usual spot where you met him.

It continued like that during the week. Things still felt normal after Monday. Or, at least, they hadn't changed. No awkward tension when your conversations trailed off. Neither a sudden apprehension from his side, cutting your usual small talk shorter and shorter.

As Friday rolled around, you realised it's been two consecutive work weeks where your mornings have been graced by the Doctor. A streak seemingly to continue as the door dutifully swung open that day as well.

"Hey there, Dr. Abbot." Like usual, he silently responds with eyes finding yours and a nod. During the short time you've known each other, you've learned that was usually his take on a greeting.

As you'd already prepared the machine, you only slid off your stool to start the brewing before returning to your previous position.

Dr. Abbot followed you as you did, cocking his head when rather than register his order, you pushed off your foot to reach the high seat of your stool. 

As you nurse the cup in your hands, watching him watch you, he raises his card, giving it a questioning wave as if to remind you. You wave him off. 

"It's on the house."

His brows pull together, his eyes narrowing quick and not by much, and his head tilts slowly. Somehow, you immediately know he considers the gesture spurred by pity.

The same unease from Monday threatened to return. You could already feel it in your chest. So, you hurried to say, "I thought about mentioning it earlier in the week already, but I didn't want you to think it was because of your late wife."

Dr. Abbot seemingly considers what you said, gauging you as he contemplates your offer or explanation. 

The lingering feeling thought you hadn't dwelled on since Monday had, nevertheless, been something your unconsciousness chewed on. You realise it the second his lips quirk upwards and something akin to acceptance flashes in his eyes, considering it finally relaxed sometthing in your body you didn't know was holding on to that interaction.

"Your boss alright with that?"

One side of your mouth twitches a little higher. "Yeah, see it as a first-customer-of-the-day deal." His brows rise as he nods, pocketing his wallet again.

Yawning just as you're about to sip your drink again, you halt the movement in the air. You shake your head, as if it would speed up the deep inhale and wake you up.

"Tired?" You blink up at him.

"Bad night's sleep," you excuse with a smile. You're more sluggish than tired, brain not properly awake due having woken not long ago and from a sleep filled with tossing and turning.

"Know about it." 

You study Dr. Abbot, who wasn't afraid to meet your gaze. Although nothing really pointed to it body-wise, there was a lingering shadow in his eyes. With what you'd learned about him, it could be from work or personal life. You made no move to dig any deeper.

"I can imagine with that schedule of yours," your jibe was light-hearted.

"My schedule's fine." Your brows raise, sending him a look.

"You go to bed at what-" You glance down at your watch and make an estimated calculation. "-9 A.M.? I don't think a single sane person considers that fine."

"Still get eight hours of sleep," he said, shrugging. You roll your eyes, humoured by the obvios look in his eyes revealing he knew his sleep-schedule was fucked. 

"A black coffee can't possibly make it eight." 

A smirk tugs at his lips at the remark. "Knock it down to seven." 

"Jesus," you breathe out a chuckle, shaking your head. All the while, you smile at the banter. 

At first glance, or even a second, Dr. Abbott wouldn't be most people's first choice to stop and ask for directions. But, despite his gruff expression, almost downward tilt of his mouth and heavy gaze carrying an aged seriousness, he was surprisingly easy to talk to.

You couldn't put your finger on why. Yet you found his rough voice still displayed his dry-witted humour perfectly, the shift in cadence as he talked usually implying more than his words. And though he wasn't big on expressions, his eyes were just as, if not more, expressive than his voice.

What you'd come to dub as not only lighting, but hazel eyes, conveyed everything his expression might not. And with the eye contact he wasn't afraid to keep, it was never too hard to gauge his otherwise stone-faced look.

You shake your head slightly, bringing yourself out of your thoughts.

When your attention flickers up again, you are met by Dr. Abbot already watching you. Reflexively, you give him a small smile over the rim of your cup, one he returns with the usual upwards twitch at the edge of his mouth. It was a minimal smile, but feeling how his gaze had softened, got warmer somehow, was enough to know it was a genuine reciprocity.

You glance away for a second, checking on his coffee. Just as you did, the red button turns off. 

Putting down your drink, you were just about to move when the yellow stack of sticky notes you'd brought out upon arrival this morning caught your eye, re-routing your attention.

"Could I get your name, by the way?" You fish up the Sharpie from your apron, hovering over the stack of yellow-coloured papers. His brows swiftly rise, so you clarify. "For my colleagues to know they should fuel our regular coffee-addicted Doctor for free." 

Both corners of his lips twitches upwards. "Jack." 

"Jack," you repeat, smiling as you jot down his name along with his usual order and a free with a smiley face after. You stick it onto the counter's edge before heading to pour his coffee. "Would've already known if you didn't have such a knack for choosing times when no one else is here."

"Why?" 

You answer his question by showing him the coffee cup you'd written his name on with the same pen. He released an amused huff of air. 

"You also do that thing. Seems popular nowadays."

You laugh, the sound escaping you before you could dampen it into a chuckle. "That thing helps us remember who ordered what."

"Your way of charting, I suppose," he comments. "But, even we're ahead of you in digitalisation."

You glance over your shoulder as you put back the pot after filling his cup, seeing he'd crossed his arms with an amused expression, prominent in his eyes and the edge of his mouth. 

"Tell me when they've got a solution for us, but I reckon our evolution will be as slow as yours." 

That made him chuckle, chin dipping and eyes falling from yours. The sound was something gravelly yet pleasantly smooth from his chest. 

With somewhat slower movements, you put the lid on his cup, knowing that as soon as you turned, your regular encounter with the Doctor reached its usual end. 

"Have a good day now, Jack." Rather than put his coffee on the counter, you hold it out for him to take. His little finger brushes yours in the exchange. 

Though he moved to the exit, half of his body was still turned your direction as he continued holding your gaze. 

"I'm going to have a good day's sleep," he calls back, accentuating the last word. 

"I'm seriously questioning the choice of your coffee now!" 

He only raised the cup in a mock cheer before pushing the door open with his back. 

Your head drops into a shake despite the laugh escaping you. That Dr. Jack Abbot had become a part of your daily routine was hard to ignore as you stared at the post-it note with his name on it.

[changes]

Tuesday, February 18th, 2025

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[fuck-customers]

I called someone’s bluff on their onion allergy

I server a middle aged couple and the husband kept asking if each item had onion. Since it was the middle of a rush, I asked if it was due to preference or an allergy to better guide the husband and that’s when things went south.

He scoffed and stated it was an allergy and his wife’s face literally went “bitch did you just lie???”

So I went along with it knowing it was a lie. He wanted to get a short rib from our menu and I learned that the short rib is LITERALLY boiled with onion and garlic. So I hit him with the “sir due to your allergies being this severe, the short rib cannot be remade for you as they are prepped by being boiled with onion.” He followed up by saying “that’s fine” so I kept repeating over and over “sir we take allergies seriously and it’s guaranteed you’d have an allergic reaction” and “even though it does not physically contain onions, the molé has onions and the short rib is contaminated with it.”

Eventually he raises his voice at me and says “OKAY, I lied about having an allergy. Every time I say it’s because I don’t like them, they always make the mistake of adding it.”

I essentially had to gentle parent this man in front of his wife about how lying about allergies causes more harm and if a mistake was made, the food would be remade.

Needless to say, they tipped over 20% LOL

Posted by admin Rodney

[mawofthemagnetar]

TFC’s Completely Normal Afternoon Where Nothing Goes Wrong And Nobody Dies Horribly

(shoutout to @lindentree for inspiring this silly fic!)

TFC sat in his little bachelor pad, coffee in hand, watching the steam rise out of his mug. 

It was a nice mug, all things considered. A gift from the other Hermits. A handmade blue thing, turned on a potter’s wheel, with an extra-large handle to give his old hands a break sometimes. Full of coffee from his ancient coffee machine, that gurgled and growled like a jackhammer being waterboarded.

TFC took a sip, and winced. Okay, so maybe it was time to leave the mine and get more coffee. He’d re-used the grounds for the fourth time, and now it was really starting to get properly bitter. 

He drummed his fingers on his glass-top table, listening to the echo against the cold stone walls of his little antechamber. Maybe he’d decorate the walls at some point soon. 

TFC shrugged, and opened his comm. Hopefully one of the other Hermits had some coffee beans. He wiped the stone dust off his screen, and held down the three buttons to switch it on. Yes, he kept his comm strapped to his arm like almost every other player with some semblance of sense. No, he refused to let the damn thing be awake for any longer than it needed to be. The Hermits were chatty folks, and when TFC was deep in his mines and deep in thought, the last thing he needed interrupting his musings was a million buzzing noises as Cleo and Jevin got into a slapfight in the general chat. 

TFC’s personal logo flashed across the screen (the three letters of his name in red, natch) and he took another slurp of his bitter coffee, wrinkling his nose. The comm beeped, and TFC opened the group chat and tapped out a quick message. 

<Tinfoilchef> anyone got any more coffee? I’m clean out. 

He put his comm down, and took another swig. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

TFC frowned. He was a patient man by nature. The same could not be said of the other Hermits, who were usually falling over themselves to help each other out. 

And he hadn’t gotten a reply yet. 

It had been a whole ninety seconds.

TFC scrolled up in chat, and he sighed, rubbing his face. He sank back in his chair in annoyance. 

Of course. 

He tabbed upwards, watching things spiral out of control… in reverse. 

<Renthedog was blanched to death> 

<Renthedog> THE PAIN! THE PAIN IS INDESCRIBABLE

<Vintagebeef was portaged to death> 

<Vintagebeef> RUN! THE BOATS! THE BOATS ARE COMING!

TFC rubbed his temples with his free hand, sighing in exasperation. ‘

“Guys, I dug up five stacks of diamonds, don’t make me do this…I don’t want to re-dig those tunnels…” TFC groaned. 

And of course the nonsense kept coming as he scrolled farther and farther back. Gee, that last message from Ren was about four hours ago, now...

<Iskall85 became part of the weft> 

<Iskall85> HELP GOD THE LOOM’S GROWN LEGS

“Does anyone on this server besides me even know HOW to weave?!” TFC growled, averting his gaze from his pile of unfinished weaving in the corner of the room. It didn’t exist. He couldn’t see it. His WIP’s couldn’t hurt him.

And on and on it went.

<Xisumavoid was hooked to death>

<Grian was torqued to death>

<Tango was unraveled to death> 

<Zombiecleo was racqueted to death>

“Right, I’ve seen enough.” TFC sighed, “On the bright side, at least I’ll have all the coffee I had a week ago, so there’s that…” 

He carefully tabbed through his various screens and menus until he arrived at the one bit of his comm that was set aside for admin functions. Now, TFC wasn’t a server admin. That much was true. But he had slight admin privileges, for one thing and one thing only: server rollbacks. 

While, say, Hypno would have had an extensive wall of options, showing his permissions and all sorts of bells and whistles, TFC’s admin console had a text box to input a date and a big red “GO” button. 

He looked mournfully at his ender chest, and, with a sigh, keyed in a date one week prior. 

And TFC jabbed his thumb on the big red button. 

The world flashed white, utterly blinding him, and a second later TFC was deep in the branch mine in a half-finished tunnel, the same spot he’d been exactly a week prior. 

Unfortunately, he was still in a comfortable sitting position, resting all his weight on a chair that suddenly wasn’t there, so he immediately toppled to the ground, landing on his ass in an undignified heap. 

“Ow.” TFC muttered, sitting up slowly and tapping through his messages. 

<Xisuma> oh, we rolled back. Is everyone alright!?

<Tango> Mumbo you are BANNED FROM TIME TRAVEL

<MumboJumbo> It wasn’t me this time! I mean it was. But blame Zedaph! 

<Zedaph> ME?! No! Blame Cub! Cub gave me the doodad! 

TFC rolled his eyes and typed out a message. 

<Tinfoilchef> Does anyone have any fresh coffee beans?

Silence. 

No messages. No new complaining. As all the hermits re-read TFC’s words and soaked them in. 

Finally, Cleo broke the silence. 

<Zombiecleo> TFC. How many times did you re-use your last filter of grounds. 

<TinfoilChef> eh, six? Seven?

<Zombiecleo> are you telling me we’d all still be in shuttlecock hell if you hadn’t gotten sick of the taste of reused coffee grinds?!

<TinfoilChef> Pretty much, yeah 

<TinfoilChef> anyway 

<TinfoilChef> does anyone have some fresh coffee? 

[wajjs]

quick guide to tumblr communities

UPDATE: COMMUNITIES HAVE BEEN UPDATED AND SEVERAL OF THE THINGS DISCUSSED HERE ARE NO LONGER TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, FAQ: answering with the state of things as of time of posting (June 6, 2024)

You can't change the banner, description or icon of your community (yet!). If you really must, you can always send a support ticket to staff to get it fixed. The ability to edit things is among the planned future updates to Communities as a whole.

You can't invite sideblogs yet. Invites will only go through to main blogs. You can also invite people by sending them the link to your Community (they are not searchable / free to join -again, yet.)

They're in open beta, so of course bugs will happen. The most common ones seem to be having the log in screen show up when you try to check communities, the notification count not going away unless you close the app, getting 'stuck' on your sideblog and not being able to post from your main. So far the workaround I've found most effective (on the mobile app) is to forcefully shut down the app and then try again. Clearing the cache also helps.

The workaround for getting 'stuck' on your sideblog is posting something to your main blog outside of Communities, and after that going back to your community to post from your main again.

About reblogging to a Community: a quick & easy guide (already shared it in the Community Admin place, but I'm making it rebloggable by posting it here!)

Reblogging to your community, as of right now (June 6), only works using your desktop's browser and/or your phone's browser set to desktop mode. It does not work on the app (yet). It also does not work using the quick reblog option. You have to reblog "the old way", aka opening the post as if you're about to add commentary to it.

There, you have to click the top part where your blog url is, here:

Which in turn should open this drop-down menu:

ALT

Here you just click on the tab that says "Communities", which in turn will take you to all the communities you're part of and will let you choose which one you want to reblog a post to:

ALT

Once that's done, you can add commentary to the post and tags if you want (you don't have to if you don't), and then click on the 'reblog' button.

Now, if you don't have the option to reblog to your community while using your browser, that's a bug and you need to report it.

[ravencodes]

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The Valhalla Skin Set is a minimal, responsive skin for Jcink forums. This skin has been optimized for Google Chrome, but should work just fine in other browsers. This skin set includes the skin, guidebook template, and all posting templates. If you would like to see a live preview of the skin, view the templates, or ask any questions, you may do so in my support Discord here: discord[DOT]gg/yGEsVuzyBZ

Features:

Responsive layout that will adjust to most screen sizes.

Dark/light toggle.

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Profile application featuring FizzyElf's automatic thread tracker.

18 templates for posting purposes including, but not limited to: Admin post, face claim, shipper, five threads, dev images, quote, and more!

Member list filtering feature by FizzyElf.

Easy to edit skin variables for changing skin colors, fonts, and images. This includes easy to add and edit member group variables.

A PDF installation guide to walk you through installing the skin.

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(Source link also leads to purchase page!)

If you previously purchased my Valhalla Template set, please message me for a coupon code to recieve 25% off of your purchase!

(Auto thread tracker and member list filter functions courtesy of FizzyElf: fizzyelf[DOT]jcink.net)

[risingsunresistance]

wait i can still get in the menu, i thought it would stop till next spring

is the only thing that stops is the egg hunt?? can you still keep going with whatever you collected till then???

so close, guess i started the event just a little too late to hit this on the first round