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caged-nights · 5 months

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💐Tea and Comfort🌿- Stellarium ONE SHOT

⚠️Content Warning⚠️: Slight warning for intrusive thoughts and hearing voices

A little thing I cobbled together because I wanted Meliora and Venueri to have dessert together and instead of doodling it, I wrote this! A little messy, but it was fun to do something sweet with them.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Ღ Venueri was used to being alone, ever since she was young.

Ღ She would have never guessed it in a million years that the stars would bless her with the company of another after all this time.

Ღ She truly didn’t deserve it.

Ღ But here she was, waiting at the small, ornate outdoor table for the first Villicus she has seen in a long time to come back with her “surprise”.

VENUERI: (“I don’t know why she bothers…”)

Ღ Well, with her. Venueri didn’t see why her new roommate seemed to enjoy her presence.

Ღ Not that she didn’t enjoy her company, it was more so…

Ღ She felt that she was a lost cause.

???: “No one should ever get close to you.”

Ღ A voice sneered at her, one she had grown accustomed to.

Ღ Before she could dive deeper into that rabbit hole, the sound of her gilded heels came clicking on the white stone leading to the gazebo.

MELIORA: “Venueri! Sorry for the wait, had trouble figuring out the stove!”

Ღ Her vibrant violet eyes that contained a sky similar to Venueri’s seemed to sparkle with excitement.

VENUERI: “O-Oh, it’s not an issue! Please, come have a seat.”

Ღ Setting down the trays with grace, Meliora sat down on the chair across from Venueri.

Ღ Venueri looked up from her lap finally and to the trays she brought.

VENUERI: “You made tarts?”

Ღ Quite surprising.

MELIORA: “Yup, you said in the past that you had trouble tasting certain flavors. So, I made something sour!”

Ღ She remembered that?

VENUERI: “Oh, you didn’t have to!”

Ღ She was slightly embarrassed by feeling… seen, almost.

Ღ But Meliora grinned and waved her hand,

MELIORA: “I wanted to, besides, you need something indulgent for once. What did you have last night before we went to bed? …Bread?”

Ღ So she saw her do that.

Ღ Venueri felt herself turn pink at those words, trying not make eye contact with the other.

VENUERI: “I promise I do try to cook real food sometimes…”

MELIORA: “...You do remember the last dish you made, right?”

Ღ Oh, yeah, that.

VENUERI: “Please don’t mention it.”

Ღ Venueri sulked openly, the embarrassment still fresh on her mind.

Ღ Meliora chuckled at her pouting before grabbing the teapot she had prepared for the two of them.

MELIORA: “I didn’t know what kind of blend you like, so I hope the one I chose is ok.”

Ღ She plopped in two sugar cubes into her teacup, the scent of the tea rose into the air.

Ღ It was really nice, actually.

VENUERI: “It smells wonderful! Which one is it?”

Ღ Meliora smirked in a victorious fashion, as if she was betting with herself on this.

MELIORA: “It’s called Hot Apple Spice, you seemed to be really into the Autumn season when we went out last time, so I grabbed a bag!”

Ღ She could smell the apple and cinnamon, there was also the slight scent of orange and cloves in the mix.

Ღ Meliora grabbed Venueri’s teacup and a small plate.

MELIORA: “How many cubes?”

Ღ She clicked the little sugar cube tongs as she asked.

VENUERI: “I, um, the same amount as you?”

Ღ Meliora wasn’t pleased by that answer,

MELIORA: “Do you like it more bitter or sweet?”

Ღ Venueri sat straight up, as if she were being interrogated.

Ღ She put more thought into this answer this time.

VENUERI: “I suppose sweet to pair with the sour of the tarts…”

Ღ Meliora nodded her head, grabbing a few sugar cubes and stirring her tea with the small, detailed spoon.

MELIORA: “You do seem like more of sweets girl!”

Ღ She grins happily as she carefully handled one of the baked tarts she made.

Ღ The scent of rhubarb and strawberries filled her nose, and the plate and teacup were gently set in front of her.

Ღ Venueri stared at the tart like it had eyes, but she picked up the teacup and let the aroma fill her senses.

Ღ She had to wonder…

Ღ Why would Meliora bother with her?

???: “She’s just wasting her time on you.”

Ღ A voice mocked her from somewhere.

???: “She would be better off kicking dirt.”

Ღ The shaking of her own hands became apparent to even herself as they continued to shout and insult her.

MELIORA: “Venueri?”

Ღ Of course she would notice, she wasn’t doing a great job at hiding her panic right now.

Ღ Venueri tried to calm down, to level her breathing, but even as her vision blurred– she couldn’t get her mind to cease the voices.

VENUERI: “I…It’s ok, I’m just a little on edge…”

Ღ Meliora wasn’t stupid, she knew that, but it was the best lie she had.

Ღ But she approached Venueri regardless, her hand urging Venueri to put down the teacup and lay her hands down.

MELIORA: “Venueri, it’s alright, focus on me.”

Ღ Venueri didn’t want to, but her voice was so warm, so compelling, that she looked up at Meliora’s face.

Ღ Meliora’s hand gently squeezed her own, her violet eyes filled with indigo clouds and a warm yellow moon stared back into her own sky filled eyes.

Ღ Venueri keep finding the one question bubble its way back up the surface of her mind as Meliora ran her thumb across her knuckles.

Ღ Why does she bother?

Ღ What did she have to gain from this?

Ღ Venueri was so confused, by this warmth and concern.

Ღ It felt like an axe embedded in her chest.

MELIORA: “Here, the tea isn’t caffeinated, the warmth might help ease your head.”

Ღ She slowly let go of her hand and pushed the tea towards her,

VENUERI: “...”

Ღ She was silent for a moment before she took a small sip of the tea.

Ღ The warmth did feel nice.

Ღ Meliora was quiet, but she didn’t leave her side.

Ღ As the panic of her head slowly leveled, Venueri felt a bitter feeling come up in her heart.

Ღ She finally decided to ask.

VENUERI: “Meliora?”

Ღ Her eyes widened at Venueri.

MELIORA: “What is it?”

Ღ She looks at her fellow Villicus,

VENUERI: “Why…”

Ღ She starts, almost stopping and burying her emotions deeper.

VENUERI: “Why did you do all this?”

MELIORA: “...Huh?”

Ღ She clearly didn’t get it.

VENUERI: “The tarts, the tea, the concern…”

Ღ She listed a few of the most recent examples.

VENUERI: “There has to be a reason you’re doing all this.”

Ღ Meliora smiles though, she smiles with a sadness.

MELIORA: “It’s simple, really.”

Ღ She looks down at Venueri, who looks up at her.

MELIORA: “I like you!”

Ღ She scratches her cheek in embarrassment, leaving Venueri flabbergasted.

VENUERI: “L-Like?!”

Ღ She could have dropped her teacup right there.

Ღ Her eyes wide with confusion, while Meliora chuckled at her unusual expression.

VENUERI: “You don’t know me though.”

Ღ She knew if Meliora knew her… then…

Ღ Meliora didn’t let her finish that thought.

MELIORA: “Even if I don’t know everything, I want to know more.”

Ღ She smirks; honestly…

VENUERI: “Do you not think that I’m… a disaster?”

Ღ A lost cause.

Ღ A broken tool.

Ღ Meliora shrugged it off.

MELIORA: “Even if you were, who am I to say that’s a bad thing?”

Ღ Venueri blinked at that statement.

MELIORA: “If you’re a disaster, then I’m a hurricane!”

Ღ She seemed… proud of that.

Ღ Venueri finally let a smile slip through, even if it was small.

VENUERI: “Meliora?”

Ღ Meliora tilts her head,

MELIORA: “What’s up?”

VENUERI: “...Thank you.”

Ღ She snickers, a sound Venueri welcomed.

MELIORA: “I barely even did anything, but you are welcome.”

Ღ Venueri and Meliora look to the tea and treats on the table,

VENUERI: “Ah… my little meltdown took over our teatime. The tea most be cold–”

MELIORA: “Worry not, we have fire magic for a reason.”

VENUERI: “We are not using that in the gazebo.”

Ღ That made Meliora laugh out loud.

MELIORA: “Then we better eat up!”

Ღ She grabs a fork and cuts a piece of the tart.

MELIORA: “Here, open wide!”

Ღ Venueri felt her embarrassment peak as the fork was placed at her lips.

VENUERI: “Meliora! Are you serious?!”

MELIORA: “What? I want you to try it!”

Ღ She was playing dumb.

Ღ The sounds of the two bickering and chatting filled the expansive garden.

Ღ Even with the clean white walls, the white marble, and pristine stone that made the world of Venueri’s Somnious feel so holy yet unwelcoming…

Ღ The warmth the two began to share filled the Monastery with a light that it had never seen before.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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a-wild-things-rambles · 2 years

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love is stored in the food

food is a love language, and its an important one for jason and dick

"of course, dick knew how to make pastry, of course he knew the ratios, but Jason’s sigh of disappointment, his laughs at dick doing it wrong... well it made Jason laugh, and he needed some cheering up. it also had the added bonus of getting the shy kid to talk to him, telling him stories of neighbours and his mums’ friends. and well, dick had been told the brotherly teasing was important."

"he would sit and read it until the timer beeped, then he'd cut the pie, gently taking the take half of the pie without the initials or the smaller robin. he would add the clotted cream ice cream Jason loved and eat it from a bowl with his mother’s silver spoon as he continued reading. the planned casework forgotten. eventually he would nod off, his dreams filled with sugar, pastry and brothers and mothers."

dick is haunted by jasons ghost, and said ghost bullys him into making rhubarb pie

the next time, Jason was swinging his legs on dicks counter

"Well, if I can’t eat it, I want you to enjoy it" the argument was an old one, urging dick to cook something for himself. Jason huffed off, mind made up.

"Why is the only thing you have in your fridge a stick of butter and some frozen stewed rhubarb?"

dick opened his mouth to defend himself, but Jason bulldozed over his words "never mind. I can work with this." Jason’s hands on hips were adorable. and the furrow of concentration was... so him. he felt the cold of the countertop before he registered that he had to hold himself up.

Jason’s head whipped around "are you ok?"

"I’m fine jay." it was only half a lie. he was bad. but also, the best he'd been in a while

as he steadied himself, Jason moved to bug him "we need-"

in one smooth movement he swung open the cupboard, grabbing the flour and scales before lowering them to the counter "flour and the scales, yea I know jay."

"Well yea, but we need to heat up the frozen rhubarb first"

unfortunately, the small pan was too far away for the fancy movement he’s use last time, so he went over to the shelves next to the oven and grabbed both the saucepan and the pie dish.

he ran the rhubarb in its Tupperware under the hot tap, melting the edges so it would slide out, and it worked slightly to well, dick had to fumble to stop the block of rhubarb from landing in the sink.

he put the block in the pan, then put it over the smallest ring, he grabbed his lighter from above the oven, and with one hand on the dial, and another next to the hob, he managed to turn on the gas and light it quickly. the landlord refused to fix the lighter on the over, so drugstore lighter it was.

before turning away to the counter, he moved the dial to seven, and set a timer for twenty minutes.

he moved to measure out the flour "so its 2 oz flour and two oz butter?"

"No no no. its double the fat for the flour, not the other way around."

he corrected "So four oz of flour and two of butter?" the light the emanated from Jason’s face made his heart ache, but the warmth in his chest made it worth it

he measured out the flour first on the scale, the flour sticking to the shallow bowl was always a pain, then dumped the flour into the mixing bowl, white flour is pre-sieved and doesn’t need to be sieved like it used to be or other flour, another bit of cooking advice that stuck, not from Jason, who preferred to do it anyway, but his mother, who explained that any time spared was good on performing days, pointing at the white flour bought from the American supermarket.

he then got the butter, putting it on the scale, "roughly 6 oz, so I just need to take a third off" he sliced a rough third, waited for the scale to rebalance, "hah just right! I’ve still got it"

"it’s not dead on the line" Jason interjected

"Spoil sport, let me revel in this victory" he laughed

he removed the packet and wrapped it around the extra two-thirds, after putting it to the side he took the knife again and sliced up the butter. he put the shallow bowl upside down over the mixing bowl, watching the butter plop into the flour and cause craters. with a huff of annoyance, he had to pick off the stubborn pieces of butter

"Now you crumble it."

dick rolled up his sleeves and started mashing it together with his hands, lumps of flour covered butter merging together

a long-suffering sigh and an eyeroll from Jason "okay so you get the larger lumps between your palms and your rub them together, with your fingers interlocking"

Jason clapped his hands in joy as dick did just that, slowly wearing down the boulders of butter. "Yea! like that! that’s perfect"

of course, dick knew how to make pastry, of course he knew the ratios, but Jason’s sigh of disappointment, his laughs at dick doing it wrong... well it made Jason laugh, and he needed some cheering up. it also had the added bonus of getting the shy kid to talk to him, telling him stories of neighbours and his mums’ friends. and well, dick had been told the brotherly teasing was important.

normally Jason would have told him to stop thinking too hard, but that was the joy of pastry, rote motions he could do in his sleep, leaving his mind able to wander, and just enjoy cooking with his brother

he shook the bowl every so often, and when the disapproving hum was heard, got back to crumbling the butter and flour.

once he got the approving hum, he held the bowl and walked over to the sink, letting the bowl balance on the sink, he rotated the tap to be over the bowl and prepared to-

"Not directly from the tap!! a teaspoon of water at a time!! you don’t want it to sticky"

damn. dick was slipping, he forgot about that. he was reminded of him age 5, his mama supervising him put the water in, well. let’s just say the pastry hadn’t been sticky, rather more drowned. they had made a new batch, and his ma had gently held his hand, guiding him and helping his small fingers grip the large silver spoon used for such occasions.

Jason had never needed guidance like that, and dick wondered if he ever had? had Catherine guided jays hand how Mary had guided his? or had Jason had to do it all on his own, like so many other things.

as dick used the silver spoon, now much smaller to his eyes than the giant size it was in his memory’s, he was reminded of a dream, of a world where Mary would help guide Jason’s hands, would help him cook. dick would be relegated to fetching and reaching, he’s good at cooking, but his skills have wastes away, still there, but old and missing pieces. but maybe he'd have never let the skills atrophy and would be cooking beside his brother and mother.

in between the spoons of water splashing into the bowl, he would run his hand round through the flour, watching the crumbs lumping together, slowly forming into one whole lump.

he put the spoon down, that was enough water, and held the lump of pastry, rotating it around the sides of the bow, to pick up any smaller bits that had not yet become part of the whole. it was slightly sticky to the touch, so he reached over into the open flour bag, grabbing a small handful, scattering it over the lump, then the extra over the counter.

he'd let the pastry sit while he dried the spoon, gently taping it with the cloth, before opening the cutlery draw, and carefully setting it into its cushioned box.

he takes the wooden rolling pin out of the draw, then closes it

he turned back to the pastry,

reaching into the flour, he sprinkles more onto the counter, enough that the pastry wouldn’t stick

then he coats the rolling pin in flour, again so it won’t stick

he rolls out the pastry, gentle but firm pushes of the rolling pin, trying to keep it even

flips the pastry, a moment of worry, a sigh of relief when it does not rip

sprinkle more flour

he repeated the motions, occasionally adding more flour to the counter and rolling pin

once it was the right thickness he took the pie dish, placed it in the roundest corner of the rolled-out pastry, traced a few centimetres from the edge with the knife around it, then went back and cut it. he put this to the side for the lid.

he then repeated this with the bottom of the dish, leaving more room this time

he lifted the bottom gently, careful to support it, and placed it into the pie dich, he smoothed it down, pressing the folds flat.

dick cut the remaining two rough squares in half, and lightly placed them around the sides from the walls, cutting off the pastry that went over the top of the dish, the using those scraps to reinforce weaker areas of the walls, the used his knuckles and the back of his hand to press the walls and the base together. when that was done, he looked over to the lid, and cut an x into the lid, for the robin.

the robin was a ceramic bird, beak open to the sky with a hole in, it used to be a blackbird, his father had picked it out for his mother on a stop in England, and after his birth, it was re-painted, a crude glaze of red on the chest, and brown over the rest of the bird. the original bird was too tall to pass well as a robin, but the love made up for it. it was important to him, his family. when he brought it out for use in a pie Jason cooked. well. Jason was his brother the day he gave him the robin suit. but that was the day Jason became family.

he placed the robin in the centre of the pie dish.

then, spurred by inspiration, he cut out two robins out of the leftover pastry, one bigger than the other, and a JT.

he cut carefully, using the tip to scratch lines for feathers, a poke for the eyes.

the beep of the timer went off, shaking him from his work, but luckily the scratch to the smaller robin was superficial, and wouldn’t break it apart.

he took the pan, carefully holding the handle, memories of Jason and his mother intertwining to remind him it was hot and would hurt if it spilled on him. he poured it around the robin, and into the pie. once it was full, he lifted the lid, watching it wrinkle like cloth, and gently placed it over the robins head, one it lay on the filings top, he took a fork and folded over the edges and scored them so they sealed, he then used the fork to stab sets of homes in the lid, so it could breath.

he gently placed the pastry robins on the pie, and the J and T.

a pastry memorial to his brother.

shooing the thought away he placed the pie in the oven, set the heat, and the timer.

he leaned back against the counter, letting it bite into his lower back. he rested there, breathing.

flour covered his hoodie, he left it, it would brush off, and it was an old hoodie, already discoloured.

if Jason was here, he'd chid dick for that.

but Jason wasn’t here

but the pie was. and it would be reading in less than an hour, enough time for him to relax. maybe he would read that book Jason had been bugging him to. what was it called? my side of the mountain. that’s it.

dick turned away, walking towards the shelves, looking for the battered slim volume.

he would sit and read it until the timer beeped, then he'd cut the pie, gently taking the take half of the pie without the initials or the smaller robin. he would add the clotted cream ice cream Jason loved and eat it from a bowl with his mother’s silver spoon as he continued reading. the planned casework forgotten. eventually he would nod off, his dreams filled with sugar, pastry and brothers and mothers.

the next day half a rhubarb pie with the initials JT and a small robin on would be given to the kid that lived in the ally close by

but before all this would happen, dick would feel surprised that for the first time he was okay with his brother not being there.

#look im proud of this #dick grayson #jason todd #brothers<33 #this is dedicated to my brother from another mother #i need to teach u pastry #foodaslove #fanfic #thebirdwrites

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brookston · 4 months

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Holidays 6.8

Holidays

Best Friend's Day

Betty Picnic Day

Bill of Rights Day

Biomedical Science Day (UK)

Bounty Day (Norfolk Island)

Caribbean American HIV/AIDS Awareness Day

Colorism Awareness Day

Empathy Day

Engineer's Day (Peru)

Ghostbusters Day

Mela Khir Bhawani (Jammu and Kashmir, India)

International Day of Action for Elephants in Zoos

International Day of the Housewife

Journée nationale d'hommage aux morts pour la France en Indochine (National Hommage Day for those who died for France in Indochina; France)

Lindisfarne Day

Lucina Asteroid Day

Moneywort Day

National Architect Day (Peru)

National Caribbean American HIV/AIDS Awareness Day

National Engineers’ Day (Peru)

National Insect Appreciation Day

National Karen Day

National Leave a Review Day

National Soulmate Day

Pitchfork Day (French Republic)

Pranav Sivalumar Day (Illinois)

Primož Trubar Day (Slovenia)

608 Day

Social Workers’ Day (Russia)

Thomas Paine Day

TPS Day (Office Space)

Upsy Daisy Day

USS Liberty Remembrance Day

Vacuum Cleaner Day

VM Day (a.k.a. Victory Mustachian Day; Republic of Molossia)

Watch Day

World Anti-Counterfeiting Day

World Brain Tumor Day

World Day of Speech Therapists

World Oceans Day (UN)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chicken Tetrazzini Day

Ice Cream Day

Jelly-Filled Doughnut Day

Maple on Creme Fraiche Day

Name Your Poison Day

Strawberry Cheesecake Day

Independence & Related Days

Götterzene (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Temotu Province Day (Solomon Islands)

Tennessee (Secedes from U.S.; 1861)

2nd Saturday in June

Artichoke Festival begins (Monterey, California) [2nd Saturday]

Belmont Stakes [Saturday after 6.4]

Betty Picnic [2nd Saturday]

Family Health and Fitness Day [2nd Saturday]

Global Wellness Day [2nd Saturday]

International Drink Chenin Blanc Days, Day 2 [2nd Saturday]

International Yarmbombing Day [2nd Saturday]

International Young Eagles Day [2nd Saturday]

Missing Mutts Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

National Dragonfly Day [2nd Saturday]

National Get Outdoors Day [2nd Saturday]

National Go RVing Day [2nd Saturday]

National Man Enough to be a Girl Scout Day [2nd Saturday]

National Marina Day [2nd Saturday]

National Outlet Shopping Day [2nd Saturday]

National Rosé Day [2nd Saturday; also 6.10]

National Sauna Day (Finland) [2nd Saturday]

The Queen’s Official Birthday (UK) [2nd Saturday]

Trooping the Colour (UK) [2nd Saturday]

World Bike Naked Day [2nd Saturday]

World Doll Day [2nd Saturday]

World Gin Day [2nd Saturday]

World Juggling Day [Saturday closest to 15th]

World Naked Bike Ride Day [2nd Saturday]

World Wide Knit in Public Day [2nd Saturday]

Festivals Beginning June 8, 2024

Artichoke Festival (Monterey, California) [thru 6.9]

Beer, Bacon & Cheese Festival (New Glarus, Wisconsin)

Blueberry Jubilee (Poplarville, Mississippi)

Cheshire Strawberry Festival (Cheshire, Connecticut)

Cotuit Strawberry Festival (Cotuit, Massachusetts)

Creole Tomato Festival (New Orleans, Louisiana) [thru 6.9]

Ella Sharp Art Beer & Wine Festival (Jackson, Michigan)

Excelsior Springs Wine Festival (Excelsior Springs, Missouri)

The Great Chefs Event (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Hudson Valley Taco Fest (Newburgh, New York)

Ice Cream Festival (Chandler, Oklahoma)

King of the Wing Festival (St Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands)

Lansing Beer Fest (Lansing, Michigan)

Los Olivos Jazz and Olive Festival (Los Olivos, California)

MBCH Strawberry Festival (Springfield, Missouri)

Mullet Toss (St. George Island, Florida)

National Asparagus Festival (Oceana County, Michigan)

The National Cereal Festival (Battle Creek, Michigan)

Northampton Carnival (Northampton, United Kingdom)

Osceola Rhubarb Fest (Osceola, Wisconsin)

Oz Comic-Con (Melbourne, Australia) [thru 6.9]

Pour Into Summer Wine Festival (Lakewood, New Jersey)

Real, Wild & Woody Beer Festival (Flagstaff, Arizona)

Rhubarb Festival (Sherman, Connecticut)

Rochester Real Beer Expo (Rochester, Minnesota)

Snowmass Rendezvous Craft Beer Festival (Snowmass Village, Colorado)

South Windsor Strawberry Fest & Craft Fair (South Windsor, Connecticut)

St. Louis Bourbon & Brews Festival (St. Louis, Missouri)

Strawberry Festival (Topsfield, Massachusetts)

Taste of Kutztown (Kutztown, Pennsylvania)

Texas Blueberry Festival (Nacogdoches, Texas)

Winchester Beer Cheese Festival (Winchester, Kentucky)

Wine & Food Festival (Timonium, Maryland)

Worcester Food Truck & Craft Beer Festival (Worcester, Massachusetts)

Yellow Springs Street Fair (Yellow Springs, Ohio)

Feast Days

Be Annoyingly Cheerful Day (Pastafarian)

Chlodulf of Metz (a.k.a. Clou, Chlodulph or Clodulphus; Christian; Blessed)

The Dough (Muppetism)

Elphege (Christian; Martyr)

Feast of Bona Mens (Roman Goddess of Correct Thinking)

Fernand Fonssagrives (Artology)

George Charles Haité (Artology) Gilard (a.k.a. Godard), Bishop of Rouen (Christian; Saint)

Grain Ear Festival (Ancient China)

Harry Holtzman (Artology)

Heloise (Positivist; Saint)

Iggy Pop Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Jacques Berthieu, S.J. (Christian; Saint)

Jadwiga (Hedwig) of Poland (Christian; Saint)

Jan Frans De Boever (Artology)

John Everett Millais (Artology)

Judgment Day (The Good and Evil are Given Their Just Rewards; Shamanism)

LeRoy Neiman (Artology)

Lindisfarne Day (Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Mariam Thresia Chiramel Mankidiyan (Christian; Blessed)

Mary of the Divine Heart (Droste zu Vischering; Christian; Blessed)

Maximinus, Archbishop of Aix (Christian; Saint)

Medard of Noyon (Christian; Saint) [brewers]

Media Ver VI (Pagan)

Melania the Elder (Christian; Saint)

Rice Festival (Japan; Everyday Wicca)

Richard Pousette-Dart (Artology)

Roland Allen (Episcopal Church (USA))

Sara Paretsky (Writerism)

Syra, Virgin of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Thomas Ken (Church of England)

Wilhelmina Barns-Graham (Artology)

William of York (Christian; Saint)

World Oceans Day (Oceans of the World Ritual; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [30 of 60]

Premieres

Agents of Fortune, by Blue Öyster Cult (Album; 1976)

The Anniversary Party (Film; 2001)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (Animated Film; 2001)

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (Film; 1999)

Beat Street (Film; 1984)

Bonjour Tristesse, by Françoise Sagan (Novel; 1954)

Bosko’s Knight-Mare (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

Californication, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers (Album; 1999)

Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff (Cantata; 1937)

Chilly’s Ice Folly (Chilly Willy Cartoon;1970)

For Better of Nurse (Fleischer/Famous Cartoon; 1945)

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, by R.A. Dick (Novel; 1945)

Ghostbusters (Film; 1984)

The Gifts of the Jews, by Thomas Cahill (History Book; 1998)

The Good Times, by Russell Baker (Novel; 1989)

Gremlins (Film; 1984)

Hare-Breadth Hurry (WB LT Cartoon; 1963)

Hereditary (Film; 2018)

Into Your Dance (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Julian, by Gore Vidal (Historical Novel; 1964)

Lassie (Radio Series; 1947)

Love Potion #9, recorded by The Clovers (Song; 1959)

Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted (Animated Film; 2012)

Manilla Galleon, by F. Van Wyck Mason (Maritime Book; 1961)

Misery, by Stephen King (Novel; 1987)

Ms. Marvel (TV Series; 2022)

Nineteen Eighty-Four, by George Orwell (Novel; 1949)

Nurse Jackie (TV Series; 2009)

Ocean’s Eight (Film; 2018)

Ocean’s Thirteen (Film; 2007)

Out to Punch (Fleischer/Famous Cartoon; 1955)

Pretty Little Liars (TV Series; 2010)

Prometheus (Film; 2012)

Sam & Cat (TV Series; 2013)

The Silver Streak (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1945)

Steal Wool (WB LT Cartoon; 1957)

Super Mouse Rides Again (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1943)

Surf’s Up (Animated Film; 2007)

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, by My Chemical Romance (Album; 2004)

Tom Turkey and His Harmonica Humdingers (MGM Cartoon; 1940)

Vendetta for the Saint, by Leslie Charteris and Harry Harrison (Novel; 1964) [Saint #38]

Wealth and Poverty, by George Gilder (Economics Book; 1981)

Wild in the Country (Film; 1961)

Window Shopping (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

The Woman in the Dunes, by Kōbō Abe (Novel; 1962)

Won’t You Be My Neighbor? (Documentary Film; 2018)

Today’s Name Days

Elga, Ilga, Maria, Medardus (Austria)

Fortuna, Medard, Vilim (Croatia)

Medard (Czech Republic)

Medardus (Denmark)

Enda, Endla, Enna, Enne (Estonia)

Salomo, Salomon (Finland)

Médard (France)

Chlodwig, Elga, Medardus (Germany)

Kalliope, Kalliopi, Nafkratis (Greece)

Medárd (Hungary)

Medardo (Italy)

Frida, Fridis, Fridolins, Mundra (Latvia)

Eigintė, Medardas, Merūnas (Lithuania)

Ren, Renate (Norway)

Karp, Maksym, Medard, Seweryn, Wilhelm, Wyszesław (Poland)

Teodor (România)

Medard (Slovakia)

Kilian, Maximino, Salustiano (Spain)

Eivor, Majvor (Sweden)

Cain, Caine, Calliope, Genesis, Jewel, Kane, Kanye, Kayne, Opal (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 160 of 2024; 206 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 23 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 3 (Gui-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 1 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 10 Blue; Threesday [10 of 30]

Julian: 26 May 2024

Moon: 6%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 St. Paul (6th Month) [Heloise]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 82 of 92)

Week: 2nd Full Week of June

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 19 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Ḏū al-Ḥijjah [ذُو ٱلْحِجَّة] (Islamic Calendar) [Month 12 of 12] (The One of the Pilgrimage)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 6.8

Holidays

Best Friend's Day

Betty Picnic Day

Bill of Rights Day

Biomedical Science Day (UK)

Bounty Day (Norfolk Island)

Caribbean American HIV/AIDS Awareness Day

Colorism Awareness Day

Empathy Day

Engineer's Day (Peru)

Ghostbusters Day

Mela Khir Bhawani (Jammu and Kashmir, India)

International Day of Action for Elephants in Zoos

International Day of the Housewife

Journée nationale d'hommage aux morts pour la France en Indochine (National Hommage Day for those who died for France in Indochina; France)

Lindisfarne Day

Lucina Asteroid Day

Moneywort Day

National Architect Day (Peru)

National Caribbean American HIV/AIDS Awareness Day

National Engineers’ Day (Peru)

National Insect Appreciation Day

National Karen Day

National Leave a Review Day

National Soulmate Day

Pitchfork Day (French Republic)

Pranav Sivalumar Day (Illinois)

Primož Trubar Day (Slovenia)

608 Day

Social Workers’ Day (Russia)

Thomas Paine Day

TPS Day (Office Space)

Upsy Daisy Day

USS Liberty Remembrance Day

Vacuum Cleaner Day

VM Day (a.k.a. Victory Mustachian Day; Republic of Molossia)

Watch Day

World Anti-Counterfeiting Day

World Brain Tumor Day

World Day of Speech Therapists

World Oceans Day (UN)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chicken Tetrazzini Day

Ice Cream Day

Jelly-Filled Doughnut Day

Maple on Creme Fraiche Day

Name Your Poison Day

Strawberry Cheesecake Day

Independence & Related Days

Götterzene (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Temotu Province Day (Solomon Islands)

Tennessee (Secedes from U.S.; 1861)

2nd Saturday in June

Artichoke Festival begins (Monterey, California) [2nd Saturday]

Belmont Stakes [Saturday after 6.4]

Betty Picnic [2nd Saturday]

Family Health and Fitness Day [2nd Saturday]

Global Wellness Day [2nd Saturday]

International Drink Chenin Blanc Days, Day 2 [2nd Saturday]

International Yarmbombing Day [2nd Saturday]

International Young Eagles Day [2nd Saturday]

Missing Mutts Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

National Dragonfly Day [2nd Saturday]

National Get Outdoors Day [2nd Saturday]

National Go RVing Day [2nd Saturday]

National Man Enough to be a Girl Scout Day [2nd Saturday]

National Marina Day [2nd Saturday]

National Outlet Shopping Day [2nd Saturday]

National Rosé Day [2nd Saturday; also 6.10]

National Sauna Day (Finland) [2nd Saturday]

The Queen’s Official Birthday (UK) [2nd Saturday]

Trooping the Colour (UK) [2nd Saturday]

World Bike Naked Day [2nd Saturday]

World Doll Day [2nd Saturday]

World Gin Day [2nd Saturday]

World Juggling Day [Saturday closest to 15th]

World Naked Bike Ride Day [2nd Saturday]

World Wide Knit in Public Day [2nd Saturday]

Festivals Beginning June 8, 2024

Artichoke Festival (Monterey, California) [thru 6.9]

Beer, Bacon & Cheese Festival (New Glarus, Wisconsin)

Blueberry Jubilee (Poplarville, Mississippi)

Cheshire Strawberry Festival (Cheshire, Connecticut)

Cotuit Strawberry Festival (Cotuit, Massachusetts)

Creole Tomato Festival (New Orleans, Louisiana) [thru 6.9]

Ella Sharp Art Beer & Wine Festival (Jackson, Michigan)

Excelsior Springs Wine Festival (Excelsior Springs, Missouri)

The Great Chefs Event (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Hudson Valley Taco Fest (Newburgh, New York)

Ice Cream Festival (Chandler, Oklahoma)

King of the Wing Festival (St Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands)

Lansing Beer Fest (Lansing, Michigan)

Los Olivos Jazz and Olive Festival (Los Olivos, California)

MBCH Strawberry Festival (Springfield, Missouri)

Mullet Toss (St. George Island, Florida)

National Asparagus Festival (Oceana County, Michigan)

The National Cereal Festival (Battle Creek, Michigan)

Northampton Carnival (Northampton, United Kingdom)

Osceola Rhubarb Fest (Osceola, Wisconsin)

Oz Comic-Con (Melbourne, Australia) [thru 6.9]

Pour Into Summer Wine Festival (Lakewood, New Jersey)

Real, Wild & Woody Beer Festival (Flagstaff, Arizona)

Rhubarb Festival (Sherman, Connecticut)

Rochester Real Beer Expo (Rochester, Minnesota)

Snowmass Rendezvous Craft Beer Festival (Snowmass Village, Colorado)

South Windsor Strawberry Fest & Craft Fair (South Windsor, Connecticut)

St. Louis Bourbon & Brews Festival (St. Louis, Missouri)

Strawberry Festival (Topsfield, Massachusetts)

Taste of Kutztown (Kutztown, Pennsylvania)

Texas Blueberry Festival (Nacogdoches, Texas)

Winchester Beer Cheese Festival (Winchester, Kentucky)

Wine & Food Festival (Timonium, Maryland)

Worcester Food Truck & Craft Beer Festival (Worcester, Massachusetts)

Yellow Springs Street Fair (Yellow Springs, Ohio)

Feast Days

Be Annoyingly Cheerful Day (Pastafarian)

Chlodulf of Metz (a.k.a. Clou, Chlodulph or Clodulphus; Christian; Blessed)

The Dough (Muppetism)

Elphege (Christian; Martyr)

Feast of Bona Mens (Roman Goddess of Correct Thinking)

Fernand Fonssagrives (Artology)

George Charles Haité (Artology) Gilard (a.k.a. Godard), Bishop of Rouen (Christian; Saint)

Grain Ear Festival (Ancient China)

Harry Holtzman (Artology)

Heloise (Positivist; Saint)

Iggy Pop Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Jacques Berthieu, S.J. (Christian; Saint)

Jadwiga (Hedwig) of Poland (Christian; Saint)

Jan Frans De Boever (Artology)

John Everett Millais (Artology)

Judgment Day (The Good and Evil are Given Their Just Rewards; Shamanism)

LeRoy Neiman (Artology)

Lindisfarne Day (Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Mariam Thresia Chiramel Mankidiyan (Christian; Blessed)

Mary of the Divine Heart (Droste zu Vischering; Christian; Blessed)

Maximinus, Archbishop of Aix (Christian; Saint)

Medard of Noyon (Christian; Saint) [brewers]

Media Ver VI (Pagan)

Melania the Elder (Christian; Saint)

Rice Festival (Japan; Everyday Wicca)

Richard Pousette-Dart (Artology)

Roland Allen (Episcopal Church (USA))

Sara Paretsky (Writerism)

Syra, Virgin of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Thomas Ken (Church of England)

Wilhelmina Barns-Graham (Artology)

William of York (Christian; Saint)

World Oceans Day (Oceans of the World Ritual; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [30 of 60]

Premieres

Agents of Fortune, by Blue Öyster Cult (Album; 1976)

The Anniversary Party (Film; 2001)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (Animated Film; 2001)

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (Film; 1999)

Beat Street (Film; 1984)

Bonjour Tristesse, by Françoise Sagan (Novel; 1954)

Bosko’s Knight-Mare (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

Californication, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers (Album; 1999)

Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff (Cantata; 1937)

Chilly’s Ice Folly (Chilly Willy Cartoon;1970)

For Better of Nurse (Fleischer/Famous Cartoon; 1945)

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, by R.A. Dick (Novel; 1945)

Ghostbusters (Film; 1984)

The Gifts of the Jews, by Thomas Cahill (History Book; 1998)

The Good Times, by Russell Baker (Novel; 1989)

Gremlins (Film; 1984)

Hare-Breadth Hurry (WB LT Cartoon; 1963)

Hereditary (Film; 2018)

Into Your Dance (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Julian, by Gore Vidal (Historical Novel; 1964)

Lassie (Radio Series; 1947)

Love Potion #9, recorded by The Clovers (Song; 1959)

Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted (Animated Film; 2012)

Manilla Galleon, by F. Van Wyck Mason (Maritime Book; 1961)

Misery, by Stephen King (Novel; 1987)

Ms. Marvel (TV Series; 2022)

Nineteen Eighty-Four, by George Orwell (Novel; 1949)

Nurse Jackie (TV Series; 2009)

Ocean’s Eight (Film; 2018)

Ocean’s Thirteen (Film; 2007)

Out to Punch (Fleischer/Famous Cartoon; 1955)

Pretty Little Liars (TV Series; 2010)

Prometheus (Film; 2012)

Sam & Cat (TV Series; 2013)

The Silver Streak (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1945)

Steal Wool (WB LT Cartoon; 1957)

Super Mouse Rides Again (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1943)

Surf’s Up (Animated Film; 2007)

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, by My Chemical Romance (Album; 2004)

Tom Turkey and His Harmonica Humdingers (MGM Cartoon; 1940)

Vendetta for the Saint, by Leslie Charteris and Harry Harrison (Novel; 1964) [Saint #38]

Wealth and Poverty, by George Gilder (Economics Book; 1981)

Wild in the Country (Film; 1961)

Window Shopping (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

The Woman in the Dunes, by Kōbō Abe (Novel; 1962)

Won’t You Be My Neighbor? (Documentary Film; 2018)

Today’s Name Days

Elga, Ilga, Maria, Medardus (Austria)

Fortuna, Medard, Vilim (Croatia)

Medard (Czech Republic)

Medardus (Denmark)

Enda, Endla, Enna, Enne (Estonia)

Salomo, Salomon (Finland)

Médard (France)

Chlodwig, Elga, Medardus (Germany)

Kalliope, Kalliopi, Nafkratis (Greece)

Medárd (Hungary)

Medardo (Italy)

Frida, Fridis, Fridolins, Mundra (Latvia)

Eigintė, Medardas, Merūnas (Lithuania)

Ren, Renate (Norway)

Karp, Maksym, Medard, Seweryn, Wilhelm, Wyszesław (Poland)

Teodor (România)

Medard (Slovakia)

Kilian, Maximino, Salustiano (Spain)

Eivor, Majvor (Sweden)

Cain, Caine, Calliope, Genesis, Jewel, Kane, Kanye, Kayne, Opal (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 160 of 2024; 206 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 23 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 3 (Gui-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 1 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 10 Blue; Threesday [10 of 30]

Julian: 26 May 2024

Moon: 6%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 St. Paul (6th Month) [Heloise]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 82 of 92)

Week: 2nd Full Week of June

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 19 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Ḏū al-Ḥijjah [ذُو ٱلْحِجَّة] (Islamic Calendar) [Month 12 of 12] (The One of the Pilgrimage)

#Holidays

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HOME: Book 6 - CHAPTER TEN

MASTERLIST

Veronica could hardly believe how quickly this year had flown by. It felt like just yesterday they had won the first game of the season, and now, she was being lifted up and thrown in the air by her team as they celebrated their triumph. They had defeated Gryffindor in the final game of the season, and they were now the Quidditch Cup champions.

That phrase alone brought tears to Veronica’s eyes. With everything that had happened last year with Archie, she had wondered if she was capable of leading her team to victory. Part of her had even debated on whether or not she was even worthy of being the Captain. But now, she had no doubts; her hard work over the last year had paid off. It also helped that her team had played beautifully throughout the entire season, so they had made her job as Captain much easier and that had been such a relief.

And to top off an amazing season, Reggie had come to watch the finals against Gryffindor, and he brought his girlfriend with him. Veronica had heard so much about her from Reggie’s letters and was thrilled to finally get to meet her, but his description of her paled in comparison to the real thing. Joanna Sullivan was gorgeous and absolutely hilarious without trying. She was sweet and kind but would defend those she cared about in an instant. And she was brilliant. Veronica felt like she could talk to her for hours and knew they would be good friends. Plus, the couple was adorable. Veronica couldn’t be happier for her friend.

***

As they entered the Burrow, Veronica could smell something sweet in the air and recognized it instantly. Running into the kitchen, she saw Molly pulling something out of the oven and didn’t even need to see it to know what it was. “Rhubarb crumble!!!”

Molly chuckled as she turned with the crumble in her mitted hands. “You guessed it! Fresh out the oven just in time for you. Let me cut you a piece, darling. But don’t let the other kids see you.”

Veronica beamed. “It’s our secret!”

***

“Charlie! Veronica! Your letters from Hogwarts are here!”

The pair bounded down the stairs and grabbed their letters off the kitchen table before running into the living room. Feeling around the envelope from the outside, Veronica beamed as she turned to Charlie. “I think I feel a badge in mine!”

“Me too!”

As they looked at each other, they couldn’t help but radiate excitement. They both knew they had been chosen as the Head Boy and Head Girl for their House, and they couldn’t be happier. This had been a dream of theirs since they started school. They had achieved their goals of being Prefects and Quidditch Captains, and now, they could add this to their list of accomplishments as well.

***

Veronica awoke that morning to Ron and Ginny jumping on her bed. “Wake up! It’s your birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! It’s time to get up!”

Veronica chuckled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Before she could say anything, Charlie came bursting in. “Hey! Let her sleep in! It’s her birthday!”

Veronica smiled as she sat up. “It’s alright, Charlie. They’re just excited, and I’m up now anyway.”

Charlie shook his head. “Come on, you two. Go wait for her downstairs.”

The pair begrudgingly left the room as Charlie came and sat on the edge of her bed. “Happy birthday, Ronnie.”

“Thanks, Charlie. I can’t believe I’m actually 17. It feels so weird.”

Charlie nodded enthusiastically. “I know! You don’t have the trace on you anymore, and you get to do magic outside of Hogwarts now! Do a spell.”

Veronica smiled as she opened her hand and held it face up. Without saying a word, tiny little colorful fireworks flew from her palms and exploded into fun shapes in front of them. Charlie stared in awe; he loved watching her do magic.

Knowing he could sit there with her all day, Charlie stood. “Come on, get dressed so we can go down for breakfast. Mum’s got a whole spread made for your birthday, and she’ll be up here any minute to drag us out by our ears if we’re gone much longer.”

Veronica chuckled, knowing she wouldn’t put it past Molly to do just that. Quickly changing, the two made their way downstairs where she found the whole Weasley family gathered around the table, including Bill. Veronica’s eyes watered as she hadn’t been expecting to see him. Running into his arms, they held each other tight.

“Happy birthday, Ronnie.”

Veronica couldn’t even speak; she was so filled with joy, she thought she might explode. And while she didn’t know what her and Charlie’s final year at Hogwarts would hold, she knew that it would be okay as long as she had her family by her side.

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stillunusual · 10 months

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Leeds United: Meslier, Gray, Rodon, Struijk, Byram (Spence 70), Ampadu, Kamara, Summerville (Anthony 84), James (Gnonto 70), Piroe (Gruev 89), Rutter (Joseph 89).

Subs not used: Darlow, Cooper, Shackleton, Gelhardt. I missed this game as I was dining at Daquise restaurant in South Kensington, where the bigos is beyond awesome….

Having watched the replay I think we just about deserved to win, but made hard work of it, missing several chances to make the victory more emphatic.

Blackburn's finishing was also poor, although Illan Meslier did make a superb save towards the end.

The Leeds players were wearing our rhubarb and custard third kit, but the 7000 away fans made it feel like a home game and most of Blackburn's supporters had left well before the end.

Leicester and Ipswich also won, so we're still seven points adrift of the top two….

#leeds united #soccer #football #championship #efl #daniel farke #daniel farke will take leeds to the premier league and become a legend on par with marcelo bielsa (probably)#Polish food is awesome #2023

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claud-e-monet · 11 months

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Giverny - Dinner Wednesday - Le Jardin des Plumes

A short walk from Claude Monet’s house, this half-timbered Anglo-Norman 1912 edifice extends an invitation to relax and enjoy the good things of life. The tasteful interior mixes Art deco features (worn blue and white floor tiles, peacock blue walls) with 1960’s white leather armchairs and glass and rosewood tables, while the lovely patio is flanked by a delightful, wooded garden. Normandy born chef, David Gallienne, who trained at the Manoir du Lys, continues to work with some of his former suppliers from Orne and Dieppe fishermen, whilst sourcing new ones. His inventive recipes feature unorthodox flavours and textures. The chef has opened a nearby guesthouse for overnight stays and a delicatessen in Vernon.

Le Jardin des Plumes

In the land of impressionism, this delicate cuisine, with precise and captivating touches, takes on its full meaning. David Gallienne is not only a conductor of great technical skill, but he brings a rare sensitivity, in the choice of sequences, in alloys as well as alliances. A setting in harmony with the environment, full of charm for a brilliant and bucolic plate, local or noble products, willingly marine: the beautiful langoustine yuzu celery and apple, tomato and lobster with an herb broth, beef and lobster eel, strawberries and rhubarb “like a pie”… The cellar, carefully maintained by Cyril Barthélémy, is varied and modern, strong in the Loire, staying away from the large estates and châteaux to remain within uncompromising prices , but measured.

GAULT & MILLAU’S

At the beginning of June 2019, David Gallienne was contacted by the production of Top Chef who was looking for candidates. He passed the casting tests and learned that he was selected for the eleventh season on July 14, 2019 2 . He is the seventh chef already starred before the competition to participate in Top Chef after Cyrille Zen, Thibault Sombardier, Julien Machet, Nicolas Pourcheresse, Maximilen Dienst and Mathew Hegarty. However, none of his predecessors went higher than second place in the competition.

Filming for the competition begins on September 30, 2019. David Gallienne is retained in Hélène Darroze's brigade who coaches him throughout the competition. After a lackluster start to the competition, David won several victories as a team with Mallory Gabsi (children's event, sugar-free dessert, black box) and as an individual (signature dish of Stéphanie Le Quellec , gourmet pasta, pithiviers). After narrowly qualifying in the semi-final, he managed to qualify for the final where he won against Adrien Cachot . He believes that it was his more classic menu than that of his competitor which allowed him to win, a choice arousing criticism from some of the spectators, who had made Adrien his favorite for several weeks 21 , 22 .

David Gallienne

#claude monet #dinner #france vacation #vacation post #Jardin des Plumes

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calamitysong · 3 years

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our campaign’s almost over :’( but we have one arc left i’m very excited for the end

#now. im going to have some victory rhubarb pie ✌️

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adventuresofalgy · 4 years

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Eager to help in his assistants’ “victory over the virus” garden, Algy looked around for tasks suited to the rather peculiar skills of a fluffy bird. It was very early in the growing season in the wild West Highlands of Scotland, but there were already a few food plants requiring attention, so Algy set to work to prune out the emerging flowering shoots of the rhubarb, to encourage the plants to produce lots more delicious stems to eat.

Algy has to confess that the reason he chose to work on the rhubarb first was that he had in mind the yummy looking rhubarb muffins which @bwwhitney had recently made: he was rather hoping that his assistants would take a lesson from his good friend Bud very soon...

While he worked, Algy suddenly remembered an odd experimental poem about rhubarb which had tickled his feathers when he had read it long ago:

Rhubarb is susan not susan not seat in bunch toys not wild and laughable not in little places not in neglect and vegetable not in fold coal age not please.

Algy wasn’t at all sure what it meant, and he thought that a poem about rhubarb should really end “please” rather than “not please”, but at least he was sure that his assistants’ rhubarb would be “not in neglect” 😀

[Algy is quoting the poem Rhubarb by the early 20th century American experimental poet, Gertrude Stein.]

#Algy #photographers on tumblr #writers on tumblr #cozytumblr #victory garden #victory over coronavirus #victory over virus #dig for victory #victory over virus garden #rhubarb #fluffy bird #poem #experimental poetry #gertrude stein #adventures of algy #original content

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A rare summer heatwave had hit London, and Liza Brooks had lost count of the number of times she’d moved seats in the last two hours. Her department operated within an open-plan office space, which was a blessing on humid days. Someone cracked a window open behind her, and fans had been placed on the end of each desk. Even though they were rickety, yellowing things, they were a welcome addition to the workspace.

“Rhubarb pie? It’s like having sex with your tights on.”

With her tattoos, tank tops, palazzo pants and visible roots, Shirley Hicks was the last person you’d expect to be working for a Fortune 500 company, but she was one of the most reliable women at The Stirling Group, and one of the only people in the department to offer help to Liza when she joined as an intern. Five years later, the only coffee Liza made was for herself. She considered having her own desk a small victory – even if she was still in reasonable proximity to the colleagues who had treated her like an obedient puppy. But she could always count on Shirley to break the tension.

“Should I even ask?” Liza swivelled in Shirley’s direction.

“No.” Shirley let out a hoarse, tobacco-laced laugh.

Liza rolled her eyes and swung back to her desk. The soft pop of a Skype notification drew her eyes away from an email she was in the middle of composing. When her desk phone rang, loud and shrill, Liza didn’t have time to launch into her company spiel.

“Liza? It’s Mel. Charles wants to see you in his office.”

Mel’s tone wasn’t as chipper as usual. This was serious.

“Now?” The second the question left her lips, she regretted asking. Saying no to the CEO of the company was not an option.

“I’ll tell him you’re on your way.”

With a nervous huff, Liza rose from her desk, catching her ankle on a loose piece of plastic on the leg of her chair. She winced, rubbing at the pink scratch. A faint ladder had formed in her tights.

“Shit.”

Heading to the second floor, she smoothed her skirt, shook the cramp out of her hands and knocked lightly on the door to her right.

“Miss Brooks, take a seat.”

Liza sat down slowly, legs crossed. Charles coughed.

“After reviewing our latest figures, we’ve decided to make some changes with regards to our staff.”

His eyes didn’t crease as much as Liza expected. He wasn’t interrogating her.

“I see.” She gulped, hands wringing together under the desk.

“We’ve heard you’ve been making changes to some of the company’s templates. You studied linguistics, correct?”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded.

“I was rather impressed. As you know from the last meeting, Colin Cavill is leaving The Stirling Group, handing over to his son. He’s going to need a competent assistant. We’d like you to be the company’s Head of Communications from now on.”

Liza’s throat was dry. “Thank you, I’m flattered. Honoured, actually.”

“Excellent. You can clear out your desk on Friday and start your new duties on Monday. God knows your department needs someone to hold it together. Do what you can, while you can.” Charles tapped the desk and stood, adjusting his suit jacket. “Thank you, Liza.”

“No, thank you, Charles.” Liza lilted once she was out of earshot.

New desk. New rules. No distractions.

On Friday, she insisted on doing the lunchtime coffee run one last time. When she returned with a tray of cold brew and pastries held awkwardly aloft, the other women in the office turned to watch her with anticipation. They had left a pile of cards, balloons and flowers on her desk. Someone – she guessed Shirley – had also placed a bottle of Liza’s favourite pinot grigio by the window. A loud, jaunty beep came from her computer. Another email. Setting the tray down on the cabinet in the middle of the office, carefully pulling her drink from the cardboard slot, she dropped her handbag under her desk, sipped her large cold brew and opened the message, pretending not to notice the array of gifts.

Good Morning,

I have arranged a meeting on your behalf to give you the opportunity to get accustomed to your new position, and to working with Mr. Cavill. You will receive a conformation email shortly.

Regards,

Charles Stirling

CEO

Liza turned to face the women behind her, raising her plastic cup in a toasting gesture.

“On Monday I’ll be gone, but you will not be forgotten.” She leaned back in her chair, opening each of the cards, shouting individual thank-you’s across the room. She leaned in to sniff the bouquet, running her thumb and forefinger along the soft satin ribbon.

Another beep.

Good Morning,

I am writing to confirm our introductory meeting on Monday at 10:00 am.

I look forward to working with you. I’ve heard a lot of good things.

Kindest regards,

Henry W. D. Cavill

Whichever one Henry was, he seemed eager to meet her – a sentiment Liza shared.

Picking up the bottle of wine, she stood and waved it. “Too early for wine?”

“Never.” Shirley replied.

“Shirley, you’ll get me fired before I’ve even started.” Liza laughed, sliding the bottle back onto the desk.

“You’ll come back and give us all the gossip won’t you?”

“I might. Who knows?” Liza winked.

“Do you know who’s taking over yet?” Shirley draped an arm over the back of her chair.

“According to this email,” Liza pointed to her screen “it’s Henry. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

“Lucky bitch.” Another colleague, Jen, blurted.

Liza cocked her head curiously, but only responded with a slight upturn of her lips.

That night, Liza stretched out on the couch in her sweats, unscrewed the bottle of wine and poured a generous glass. Her hand hovered over her phone, finger twitching as she resisted the temptation to search Henry’s name on the internet. Then again, what harm could it really do? It was technically company research. At least, that was the argument Liza used to justify the idea of it. Conflicted, she pushed her phone aside.

“No.” She huffed. “Absolutely not.” She took a long gulp of wine and smacked her lips as the zesty aftertaste settled on her tongue. She squinted into the empty glass. “Go to bed, Liza.”

The sky was a little duller on Monday, but still warm. Although perhaps that was down to being cramped on the Tube. Regardless, Liza found herself primping her faint reflection in the window at the entrance of the building, popping the top button of her blouse. She frowned and closed the button again. In the bathroom on the second floor, she paced. Then, she steeled herself, gripping the edge of the sink. She wasn’t going to let her anxiety get the better of her today. There was too much at stake. She exhaled slowly, checked the time on her phone, then tucked it back into her handbag and walked out into the hallway.

There was a waiting area in between the main offices that Liza hadn’t noticed before, framed by a water cooler and a fan palm. The scratchy fabric of the chair made her shift uncomfortably when she sat down.

Time passed with excruciating slowness. She was so caught up in organizing her thoughts that she didn’t pay much attention to how long she had actually been sitting there. When she finally glanced up at the clock, she considered knocking on the door, but decided against it, not wanting to seem rude or insistent. Instead, she uncrossed her legs, fixed the collar of her blouse and rested her hands on her thighs.

Henry leaned through the doorway, almost completely filling it with his large frame.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He held out a hand in apology and beckoned her into the office. “Please come in.”

He was undeniably handsome, every inch of him finely sculpted. Liza’s jaw tightened as she brushed past him and caught a hint of his cologne - a warm vanilla musk. Trading rough fabric for soft leather, Liza took a seat in front of Henry, unsure if she should speak first. Her mouth twitched a little. She clasped her hands together on the edge of the desk for a moment before promptly removing them and placing them in her lap.

Henry cleared his throat. “I realize this is incredibly short-notice,” his brow furrowed “with the investors’ summit looming, we won’t have much time to get acquainted. I’ll just have to trust that you’ll be able to do as I ask. Can I trust you, Liza?”

The knot in her stomach began to untangle.

“Completely.”

“Good.” He spoke firmly, but there was a softness to the slight curve of his lips as he regarded her. Even his fanged molars were neat, not sharp and threatening. He wasn’t going to drain her. But she knew he wasn’t going to go easy on her either. “I’ll need a company press release put out by the end of the week. Copy me in.” Henry’s focus shifted back to his computer. Liza was invisible to him now, leaving her unsure of how - or whether - to respond. So, she slipped wordlessly out of Henry’s office and back to her own.

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jungshookz · 4 years

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ok so like y/n hanging out with her friends at an ice cream shop and super cute employee kook so happens to make y/n very nervous

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook (birthday boy!!!) x reader

➺ genre; marshmallow fluff level fluffy!!!! if u have a sweet tooth then this drabble is for you, jimin and taehyung are nightmare friends and i don’t know why u insist on hanging out with them all the time, *clown nose honk*

➺ wordcount: 3.5k

➺ what to expect; “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”

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“oh, god. i think you’re going to have to roll me into the car.” you groan as you place a hand over your bloated stomach, “also, i’m… pretty sure i’m nine months pregnant.”

whoever came up with the whole ‘all you can eat buffet!’ concept must’ve been a psychopath because you feel like if you take another step you’re going to projectile vomit all the way across town

you let out a huff as you bend down and place your hands on your knees

jesus

you’re going to be siCK

“no one asked you to eat like seven servings of mac n’ cheese balls.” jimin raises a brow before rubbing your back in comforting circles

“i’m sorry, do you not hear yourself?” you twist your head before looking at him as if he just sprouted two heads on each shoulder, “mac n’ cheese balls. deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. all you can eat deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. with a tangy chipotle-ranch dip on the side!”

“alright, i get it.” he snorts before rolling his eyes, “i’m guessing this means you’re not in the mood for dessert anymore?”

you immediately stand up straight before giving your stomach a couple of pats, “where are we going for dessert??”

you’re ALWAYS in the mood for dessert

your first stomach might be full of food but your second stomach is completely empty

the monster inside your second stomach demands something sweet!

“well, scoops is right across the street. i heard the ice cream there is pretty good!” taehyung chirps before pointing at the ice cream place

you immediately feel your heart fall out of your ass

you usually never say no to ice cream but uh

there’s one reason why you’d prefer to go someplace else

jimin glances back when he notices you’re not following them to cross the street

he raises a brow before tilting his head, “if you actually need to puke, the garbage bin is right the-“

“i’m fine, i just-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “why do we have to go for ice cream?? there’s a frozen yogurt place a couple blocks away… and frozen yogurt is just as good!”

jimin and taehyung exchange glances before the two of them look back at you

“weren’t you the one who said that frozen yogurt was just a sad, watered-down version of ice cream and that the day you asked to go for frozen yogurt was the day we should execute you via cruel, unusual punishment?”

“yeah, and the cruel, unusual punishment was to force you to eat frozen yogurt?”

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek

damnit

they’re right

you friggin’ hate frozen yogurt

“ooh, check it out!” jimin gasps, his eyes lighting up, “strawberry-rhubarb pie. i wonder how they turned a pie into an ice cream flavour!”

“uh-huh, yeah…” you mutter absentmindedly, eyes flitting around behind the large counter

okay

okay!

this is fine

everything is fine

maybe today is his day off something!

hopEfully today is his day off because you are literally about to pop a button on your jeans and the last person who you’d want to have witness that would be-

“good evening, folks!” you practically jump out of your skin and you instinctively duck behind taehyung when he seems to pop out of thin air

he smiles brightly as he props his arms up on the top of the display case, “just give me a holler whenever you’re ready.”

okay

we should probably rewind a little bit

‘he’ would be… well, the person you’re currently hiding from.

you don’t know much about him besides the fact that his name is jungkook (the name tags here are comically large, by the way. it’s actually a little ridiculous. it’s like the employees think all the customers are blind and that’s why they made their name tags the size of a baby’s head.) and every time you come here he gives you extra hot fudge on your ice cream and also he’s very veRY cute

you usually come here after you finish submitting an essay or doing a live presentation as a way to reward yourself

because why live life if you’re not going to treat yourself every now and again??

you started this tradition at the beginning of the year and originaLLy you went to the only ice cream place on campus

unfortunately, the ice cream place on campus isn’t super great

their waffle cones are always stale and the ice cream pretty much melts as soon as you take a step outside of the store

and you werE going to give up and just find another place (your second option was the ice cream at mcdonald’s but that’s actually kind of sad now that you think about it) but!!!!

you felt like you deserved to have good ice cream!!!

so you googled the best ice cream parlours in the city and scoops was one of the only ones that was the closest to campus

only a ten minute bus ride away and you didn’t even have to transfer to another bus or anything

it was pretty much a dream come true!!

and you still remember the first time you wandered in here because you were greeted veRy enthusiastically by jungkook

you were pretty much the only person in the store on that day because it was like 2pm on a tuesday which made it hard to believe that this place was as popular as it sounded

to be fair, 2pm on a tuesday isn’t really the normal time to grab a cone of ice cream so there’s that

“you’re not striking me as the cookies ’n cream type. that seems a little too basic for you…” jungkook mutters as he stroked at his chin thoughtfully, “and i’m not getting a rocky road vibe from you, either…”

“is that so?” the corner of your mouth twitches in a smile and you cross your arms as you begin to make your way down the counter, jungkook slowly following you from where he’s standing, “what kind of vibe are you getting from me?”

“red velvet cake!” jungkook stops in his tracks to point at the tub of red velvet ice cream sitting in the display case, “in a brownie waffle cone… with hot fudge on top.”

your brows perk up in interest

red velvet cake ice cream

in a brownie waffle cone

with hot fudge on top?

…that sounds like something you’d devour in three seconds flat.

you obviously ended up enjoying the ice cream, and from that moment on, you promised yourself that this would be your place to celebrate your little victories

so, yeah!

the ice cream was good and the cute boy was just a bonus

of course… there is one tiny detail that has to be addressed

if it wasn’t already painfully obvious by now - jungkook makes you extremely nervous.

you’re not sure how it started, because you were literally fine when you first met him

the nerves appeared without warning of any kind!!

it was very strange

one day jungkook’s smile suddenly made your heart skip a beat and you had nO idea why because it had never done that before

and another time, when he told you that you were his favourite customer, your stomach started doing somersaults which was also something that your stomach had nevER done before

ooh, AND that one time when he said that he’d make a fresh batch of brownie waffle cones just for you… well, you were pretty much ready to marry him right then and there.

sure, when you saw the occasional attractive person on the street, you’d have the usual ‘oh, they’re pretty cute!’ thought, but that’d be it and then you’d never think about them again

but it was different with jungkook

it was more intense with jungkook

this wasn’t just a little schoolgirl crush.,,. this was,.., this was a schoolwoMAN crush

you initially thought that all these brand new feelings combined with the tingly feeling of chocolate syrup pumping through your veins should’ve been enough to scare you away from scoops forever, but…

the only reason why you keep swallowing your nerves and coming back is because the ice cream is really good here (five gold stars on google reviews!!) aND you can’t say no to extra hot fudge on the house!!!

sometimes jungkook surprises you with a couple brownie chunks or marshmallows or even cheesecake chunks on top without ever charging you which is also really nice of him

not to mention, on the days that you end class a little earlier, you like to come here to get some studying done

you have your own little table in the corner and jungkook always brings you a little treat to enjoy during your study session

nothing huGe like your usual red velvet brownie waffle hot fudge combo because you told him that you were only allowed to eat that if you were celebrating something, so he usually brings you a little cup with a random flavour of ice cream in it

strawberry shortcake

cinnamon toast crunch

banana milk is a really good one

and you can’t noT mention the chocolate-covered strawberries ice cream

the ice cream is a tangy strawberry base with swirls of dark chocolate in it and it is truly.,,. truly one of the best things you’ve ever put in your mouth

you just don’t understand why your knees get so wobbly and your palms get sO sweaty every time he flashes that handsome smile of his in your direction

you see plenty of attractive people every day on campus!

you see plenty of attractive people every day in your lectures!

your two friends are a couple of attractive people as well!!

at one point you even had crushes on boTh jimin and taehyung!!

(you will be taking that information to your grave because if they find out.,,. you’ll never live it down)

so why is this any different??

“so, i’m gonna go with the strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… and-“ jimin turns to look at taehyung (and you, currently peeking at jimin over taehyung’s shoulder), “what are you guys getting?”

your eyes widen and you duck down again when jungkook leans over to look at you and taehyung

“i’m gonna go with… the dark chocolate and caramel swirl… in a plain waffle cone.” taehyung nods affirmatively, “yeah. take the order now before i overthink it.”

“one strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… one dark chocolate and caramel swirl in a plain waffle cone…” jungkook mumbles to himself as he rinses the ice cream scooper in the little bucket of water before tapping it off on the side, “-and one red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top, right, y/n?”

boTh taehyung and jimin’s heads nearly snap off when they turn to look at you

taehyung steps out of the way and you freeze like a deer in headlights

maybe if you just… stay very still… jungkook won’t see you…

a good two seconds ticks by before you figure that you probably look like an idiot right now

“um-“ you straighten up a little before smoothing your sweater down, “i… yep! that… yep. sounds good.”

jungkook smiles brightly before nodding, “alright! just give me a couple of minutes to get that ready for you guys.”

your heart starts to drum away in your chest as you watch the back of jungkook’s head

even the back of his damn head is attractive

it’s not fair!!!!

“…i feel like there’s something we’re missing here.” taehyung is the first one to speak up and you force out a chuckle before shaking your head

time to do what you do best

D E N Y

“there’s nothing you’re missing here!” you snort, “he just- i’ve been here like, once or twice, so-“

“red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top sounds a little too specific for you to have only been here once or tw-“ jimin pauses and his eyes widen to the size of saucers, “oh my god.”

your brows knit together in concern, “wh- what?”

a smile begins to creep onto jimin’s face and your mind begins to race with what he could possibLy be thinking when suddenly- “you slept with him!” jimin gasps before whacking tae’s arm multiple times, “she slept with him!!!”

“wha- NO- no, i did not sleep with jungk-!” you lower your voice when you realise that there are children in here and you lean in, “i didn’t sleep with him. i just- i come here a lot, and- i don’t know. he’s nice! a-and he’s cute. he’s- he’s nice and he’s cute. and he gives me free things, sometimes.”

“…yeah, i think she’s telling the truth. she definitely didn’t sleep with him.“ taehyung shakes his head and you let out a sigh of relief

at least someone’s on your side here

you jolt when taehyung suddenly gives you a hearty sLAp on the back, “she’s just in love with him and doesn’t know how to tell him-“

OH my go-

“hey, your ice creams are ready for you!” jungkook, once again, seemingly pops out of thin air and the thrEE of you immediately split up the mini football huddle, “i have them for you at the cash register if you wanna come over and get them! y/n, i tried something new with your cone - i wrapped marshmallow fluff around the top and then caramelised it so it’d turn into, like, a s’mores situation-”

“y-yep! i’ll be right there-“ you hold a finger out and jungkook nods before heading over to the cash register

you turn to look at jimin and taehyung and scowl when the two of them begin to make kissy noises at each other

“oh, y/n, come to the back so i can show you my cone-“

“you can fluff my marshmallows any day of the week, jungkook-“

oh, god

see????

this was exaCTLY why you didn’t want to come here!!!!

in case this happened!!!!!

“oh my god, lemme drizzle my syrup all over your face, baby-“

“okay, c’mon, that’s enough-“

“roll me up like how you roll those waffle cones with your big, strong arms-“

jesus christ

children!!!!!!!

they are both chiLdren!!!!

boys are so GROSS

jungkook waits patiently by the cash register as his fingers drum against the marble countertop

he leans over to peek at you and your friends and smiles lightly when he sees you whaCk at one of them

to be honest, he liked you the moment you stepped into the shop for the first time

he still remembers how excited you were when you were looking at all the different flavours

according to the company policy, customers are only allowed to try four samples but jungkook’s pretty sure he let you try twenty samples on that day

after the first time you came here, he was actually pretty worried that he’d never see you again??

he was pretty bummed about it for a while because he wished that he would’ve asked for your number or something while you were here but he was too busy trying to be the charming ice-cream boy anD he was also pretty busy admiring your cute face

so he was very much pleasantly surprised when you came back a week later and was fully ready to let you go ham on the samples again

>:-)

but, again, he didn’t ask for your number that time around either because he couldn’t figure out a smooth way to ask you

and he wasn’t worried about you noT coming back because you seemed like a pretty big ice cream person

the point is: jungkook’s had plenty of opportunities (practically handed to him on a silver platter) to ask for your number so that he can finally ask you OUT and… he hasn’t.

but today!!!!

today will be different!!!!

today he’ll finally make his move!!!

he’s not giving himself an option!!!

he actually wasn’t expecting you in today because you usually pop up every two weeks or so and you came in last week

at first he thought that maybe you were dating one of the boys that you came in with but from the looks of it, the vibes are very much platonic and not at all romantic

so he thinks he’s in the clear here

jungkook straightens his posture and puffs his chest out a little bit when he sees you walking over

okay

operation: finally ask y/n for her number, you pussy is undERWAY

“well, i’m going to go and pay for your guys’ ice creams and you can just continue to make fools of yourselves-!”

by the time you make your way over to the cash register, jimin and taehyung are stiLL going at it but you’re hoping that jungkook won’t pay it any mind

“alright, how much do i owe you?” you ask as you pull your debit card out of your wallet, “this ice cream is the only thing i’m willing to break my wallet over-“

“actually, all of this is on the house today.” jungkook bounces on the balls of his feet for a second, “it’s the special birthday discount!”

you tilt your head

what special birthday discount?

“birthday discount?” you ask dumbly, “it’s not my birthday, though.”

“no, it’s not your birthday… but it’s my birthday.” jungkook clears his throat, “and… you know, i wanted to do something nice for you!”

“okay, well, first of all- happy birthday!” you smile brightly before that smile immediately drops from your face, “and, second of all- i can’t take this for free, jungkook- you even sprinkled those fancy toasted pecans on top of taehyung’s ice cream! i have to give you something-“

jungkook swallows his nerves

it’s now or never!

“there is… one thing you could give me…” he trails off, his voice starting to grow a little quiet

okay

the confidence is beginning to dwindle a little so he should probably get to the point

“yeah, i can think of one thing- like money??” you stick your debit card out again and jungkook rolls his eyes playfully before whacking your hand away

okay

just say it

just say it!!!!!!

“no, not money…” jungkook swallows thickly before shaking his head, “i was thinking more along the lines of… you know, your number.”

you drop your debit card on the countertop with a clatter

“my-“ you cut yourself off mid-sentence and you feel your cheeks immediately turn bright red, “you- you want my number?”

jungkook… jungkook wants your number?

you feel like money would be better than your number, but that’s just your humble opinion

“i mean- you obviously don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to! i-i’m not trying to imply that you owe me anything, i just-“ jungkook pauses for a second and his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip nervously, “i just, um, i don’t know! i… i really… enjoy your company, whenever you come in for a visit, you know? and i think you’re really pretty, so there’s that. i dunno.”

well, he can safely say that his self-proclaimed boyish charm flew out of the window as soon as he opened his mouth

why’s he so nervous all of a sudden??

he’s practiced this in front of the mirror a doZEN times

and every time he hits on himself in the mirror he’s tempted to give himself his number

that’s how good he is at flirting!!

but here he is!!!

fumbling over his words!!!

shoving his clammy hands into his pockets!!!

diverting his gaze from the pretty girl who he’s been dreaming about ever since the first time he laid his undeserving eyes on her!!!

“no, no-! i just-“ you smile shyly as you slide your debit card back into your wallet with clumsy hands, “i would absolutely love to give you my number! it’s just that i- i didn’t- i didn’t think that you… liked me like that.”

jungkook looks up at you before scoffing playfully, “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”

you press your lips together before flashing a sheepish smile at him, “i mean… i was probably paying more attention to the ice cream than to you.”

jungkook snorts

he should’ve seen that coming.

(p.s. he heard every single word of what your friends said earlier and this is just his dumb icky sleazy boy brain speaking but he’d be down to drizzle his syrup on ur face if you allowed him to)

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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The Perfect Gift by SisterSpooky1013

2931 words, rated E

Read it here on AO3

Adult content immediately after the jump

He trailed kisses down her sternum, stopping to lavish each nipple with the rough brush of his tongue before continuing to her belly button, dipping into the shallow well of her navel and eliciting giggles from up among the pillows. He smiled against the skin of her lower belly as he rubbed his second-day stubble on her flesh, delighting in more arousal-laden tittering. The amount of play and laughter in their newly-blossomed sex life had surprised him; someone who was generally as serious and task-focused as Scully didn’t strike him as the type to make a joke while he was breathlessly driving himself as far into her tiny body as he could get, but she did, and often. He nipped at the hem of her panties, snapping the elastic with his teeth, then ran his nose down the damp gusset of the thin fabric, smelling her arousal. He wanted desperately to taste her. Tentatively, he ran his tongue along the seam of her thigh, slipping millimeters into her panties. His hopes were dashed, yet again, when he felt her hands on the sides of his face, pulling him up.

“Come here, Mulder,” she breathed in an intimate whisper. “I want you here.”

After they had each found their release and lie sated and sweat-damp on her bed, his head resting on one of her small breasts as though it were a pillow, he surveyed her face to gage her openness to a real conversation.

“Scully, can I ask you something?” He queried.

“You just did, “she replied smartly, brushing her fingers over his scalp with a content smirk on her lips.

“Har har,” he said with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. “I can’t help but notice that you don’t seem to want me to, shall we say, go down under.” He lifted his eyebrows and tipped his head back slightly to indicate he was referring to the lower half of her body.

“‘Go down under,’ Mulder? I assume we’re not talking about a trip to Australia here?” She was making light, but he caught the slight tensing of her body when he’d mentioned it.

“Okay, if euphemisms are unwelcome, let me clarify that I’m talking about me putting my mouth on your vagina.” He punctuated the statement with a haughty little smile as her eyes briefly went big before she composed herself.

“I think you mean vulva, Mulder. The vagina is just the opening and pathway to the uterus. The vulva is everything external, including the labia majora and minora, and the clitoris.” She was averting her eyes to where her fingers were trailing down his upper arm, hiding behind facts and definitions. Had anyone else witnessed this conversation, they would not detect that she was deeply uncomfortable. Mulder knew better.

“Thank you for the anatomy lesson, Dr. Scully. But that begs the question of why you won’t let me go down on you.” He worked to keep his expression soft and open, without judgment or expectation.

She met his eye and shrugged, pushing her chin into a pout concurrently. “I’m just not a fan. Is that a problem?”

“No, not a problem per se. If you truly don’t like it I can accept that, but I can’t help but wonder if you actually don’t like it, or if you’re just not comfortable with it.” He had picked up her hand after she dropped it from his arm and was brushing his thumb over her palm. He wanted to maintain connection, to communicate that this was wasn’t meant to be confrontational. He just wanted to understand her.

She inhaled deeply and let the air stream out through puffed lips. “I suppose I would say the former, because of the latter.”

“So you’ve done it before?” He clarified. “Or experienced it, more accurately.”

She peered at him from under her eyelashes, a look of slight annoyance on her face. “Yes, Mulder,” she said as though it were the most obvious answer possible.

“And you didn’t like it?”

She sighed again, growing tired of the conversation. “I’ve just never been able to…get out of my own head, I guess. It’s just awkward, and I find it difficult not to think about what my partner is thinking or experiencing.” She picked at a patch of lint on the comforter. “I’ve honestly never enjoyed it so I’d rather just skip it.”

He absorbed this information, to which he had numerous rebuttals, but he knew that it wasn’t something he could or should push her on. “I respect that decision,” he started, “but I also think you should know, just so you’re armed with all relevant information, that I’m really good at it. Like, REALLY good.”

She smiled sadly at him. “I don’t doubt that, Mulder. But the fact remains that I could make you the best rhubarb pie on Earth and you still wouldn’t like it, because you hate rhubarb.”

He shifted so that he was lying on his side facing her, propped up on one elbow.

“Or have I only ever had shitty, underripe rhubarb? I’d have to try it to know for sure.”

“Mulder.” Her tone carried warning that he was taking it too far.

“Okay, okay. Just one more thing and then I promise to let it go.” He lifted his free hand and placed it gently on her thigh so that his thumb was resting just beside the cleft of her sex. “What if I told you that in all the times that I fantasized about being with you, which were very frequent by the way, that the thing I thought about the most was going down on you?” He swept his thumb lightly back and forth, a whisper of a touch near her clit.

“Then I would tell you that I’m deeply sorry for your loss,” she replied, bringing her hands to his face and pulling him towards her for a kiss, at the same time letting her legs fall open so he could explore her with his fingers. That much, she would happily permit.

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Autumn had arrived in full swing, the yellowing leaves and chilly air sending them into hiding beneath wooly blankets, favoring her place for the availability of a fireplace to keep them warm. It was here that they sat on a lazy Sunday afternoon, steaming coffee cups wafting up to their kiss-swollen lips after a morning of lovemaking.

“It’s almost your birthday, Mulder,” Scully remarked, “What do you want to do?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. You know I’m not a big birthday fan. For myself, anyway.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “I know, but that’s because no one ever made any effort to make your birthday special. I’d like to change that, if you’ll let me.”

“I don’t want you to put a bunch of effort into it, Scully. It’s just another day, it doesn’t need to be a big deal.”

She set her mug on the coffee table and then took his, doing the same. She wrapped his cup-warmed hands in hers and looked at him with tender affection.

“It IS a big deal, Mulder. I’m certainly grateful that you were born.” He smiled sheepishly and looked at his lap, uncomfortable with such unabashed praise. “I really want to do this for you. Think of something you’ve always wanted to do but never have, and we’ll do it together. It would mean a lot to me.”

He met her eye and felt his heart swell at how open and genuine she looked. “Okay, I’ll think about it,” he finally said, and she smiled victoriously as she retrieved his cup for him.

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“I figured out what I want to do for my birthday.” He announced. It was October 10th, and she’d reminded him a few times that she would need at least a little bit of notice to make arrangements, depending on what he decided on doing.

“Oh good!” She exclaimed, setting the file she’d been reading on his coffee table so she could give him her full attention. “What is it?” She sat at the far end of the couch with her back against the arm rest, legs crossed.

He felt nervous, knowing that he had to do this just right or it wouldn’t work. “It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, years actually, but I’m not sure you’ll want to do it with me.” He rubbed his palms on the tops of his thighs. “Actually, never mind.” He picked up another file and opened it in his lap.

Scully stood and moved to sit right beside him, one leg folded under her so that she was facing him, and took the file from his hands. “Tell me, Mulder.”

He fought off the smirk that tugged at his mouth. “Before I tell you, do you promise you’ll do it, even if you aren’t exactly excited about it?”

“Of course,” she said emphatically, her eyebrows stitched in concern as she folded her diminutive hands around his own. He felt a little guilty, but not enough to stop. “It’s your birthday, and I’d really like to do whatever it is that would make it special for you. It doesn’t matter whether I enjoy it, as long as you do.”

“Okay,” he said, beginning to lose the battle to maintain a neutral expression, which contorted his face into an odd grimace. He looked at her and bit his lip. “What I really want for my birthday, more than anything in the world, is for you to let me go down on you.”

Her eyes widened and then narrowed as she let go of his hands and sucker-punched him on the upper arm. “Mulder!” Her mouth dropped open in a mix of surprise and amusement. “That isn’t fair, you tricked me!”

“I did not, everything I said was completely true and honest. I have been wanting to do this for years, it’s all I want for my birthday, Scully.”

She shook her head at him ruefully, but there was a soft smile on her mouth. “I’ll give you three minutes, Mulder, and that’s it.”

“Deal,” he replied, extending his hand in an offer to shake on it. He had the good sense not to tell her how confident he was that she would be begging him not to stop when those three minutes were up.

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At the time she agreed to his birthday gift, it had been four days since they’d last had sex, and he artfully avoided being in a position for them to be intimate for the following three. Part of his plan, which was exceedingly well thought out, involved her being as turned on as possible when he finally touched her. He picked up her favorite red wine and made sure she had the opportunity go home after work before he came over, in case being able to take a shower or bath was something she’d want to do, not that he cared. He just wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, part of which included being in her own apartment.

His own excitement was palpable, his cock twitching at the idea of tasting her as he knocked on her door, bottle of wine in hand. When she answered in a knee length grey dress, the apartment abnormally warm with a fire blazing, he failed to suppress the grin that spread across his face. Easy access was all he thought, and he was hoping she had the same thing in mind.

“Happy Birthday, you bastard,” she crooned, pulling him through the door and pushing on to her tip toes to kiss him.

“Why thank you,” he returned, pulling back and holding up the wine. “I brought you something.”

Taking it from him, she walked to the kitchen and set it next to an already open bottle. “I’m two steps ahead of you,” she replied, pouring him a glass after she drained her own.

He joined her by the counter, setting their glasses to the side and gripping her by the hips to lift her up on to it. Stepping close to occupy the space between her thighs, he brought his hands to her face and tipped it up until she was looking at him. “You know you don’t ever have to do anything with me you don’t want to, right? No matter how much I want this, if you’re not into it, we won’t.”

She nodded. “I know. But I’ve made up my mind. I think I can withstand three minutes of something mildly uncomfortable for the sake of all your birthday dreams coming true.”

He smiled warmly at her. “Okay. But just so you know, my plan is that it’s slightly better than tolerable.”

She chuffed a laugh and he kissed her, a slow languid kiss that morphed into the slip of a tongue, and then the grip of a hip, until finally they were making out on her kitchen counter as he tugged her pelvis against his own, grinding into her as she hummed with desire.

He hadn’t expected them to get right to business so quickly, but he was more than happy to initiate phase one of the plan; torture her until she was practically begging to be touched. Slipping his hands under her ass, he lifted her off the counter and carried her into her bedroom, placing her gingerly in the center of the bed. He kissed down her throat, his lips brushing over the sensitive spot beneath her ear and sucking gently at the juncture of her shoulder. Feeling for the zipper at her back, he peeled it down and then pushed it from her shoulders to get at her breasts. She’d skipped a bra, and he circled her nipples with his tongue before flicking at the hardened buds. She flexed her hips, moaning softly, and he trailed his hand up her inner thigh to cup her lightly over her dampening panties; not enough pressure to relieve her need, but enough to drive her crazy with want. He moved between her mouth, neck, chest and breasts, licking and sucking as he simultaneously teased his hands around the edges of her panties, brushing close but never touching her clit. Finally he peeled her panties off and lifted her dress over her head, leaving her naked and aching before he resumed the same pattern on her bare skin. His fingertip danced at her opening, placing a hint of pressure but never going inside. He fluttered over her inner lips, hovering just above her clit and she squirmed, biting his lips and whimpering. She was incredibly wet, which allowed him to slide over and around her effortlessly with almost no pressure. This went on for a deliciously long time, until she arched her back abruptly in an attempt to force more contact and then moaned in frustration when he pulled his hand away.

He moved quickly, not wanting to give her time to pull herself out of the moment with self-conscious thoughts. Moving to the end of the bed, he shucked off his shirt and then gripped the top of her thighs and pulled her down to where he was kneeling before her. He hoped that in the future he’d have the opportunity to look and explore and taste her slowly, taking his time, but in this circumstance he instead immediately brought his lips to her swollen, aching clit and sucked it softly, fluttering the pointed tip of his tongue across it as his eyes darted to her bedside clock and took note of the time.

She sucked air into her lungs audibly, her chest rising and obscuring her face as a single, piercing “Oh” escaped her lips. He proceeded to devour her, dipping his tongue into the liquid pool of her entrance and tasting her sweet and slick, running up her seam and to her clit, when he felt her hand on the back of his head. Dismayed, he thought this was the point where she would ask him to stop, and he would without question if she asked him to. But when he glanced up he saw that her eyes were closed, her face contorted into an expression of absolute ecstasy as her other hand gripped her breast tightly and pinched at her nipple. Encouraged, he swirled his tongue around her sporadically throbbing bud and let his ears delight in the sounds of her pleasure, knowing that she was close. When her panting became quick and rhythmic, he slipped two fingers inside her and flexed them against her front wall, and she cried out in a mix of surprise and relief as he felt her clench around him, spasming under his tongue as she dripped down his chin and his wrist, wetter than he had imagined possible. He continued, slowing only as she did, pulling from her each pulse her body had to offer, not letting her miss out on a moment of it. When she shifted her hips away from him he removed his fingers and placed one last kiss to the inside of her thigh before he crawled up the bed to find her with her eyes closed, breath still quick as she returned to Earth.

“Hey Scully,” he whispered into her neck.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, eyes still closed.

“I still have 30 seconds left on the clock. You wanna go again?”

She snorted. “Happy Birthday, Mulder.”

“Thank you. Hey Scully?”

“Yes?”

“I think you liked my present.”

She opened her eyes and turned to look at him, pupils the size of saucers, a sated smile on her lips.

“That I did.”

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I actually hate the way all movie!Peeta would say to console and comfort Katniss was "It's okay". I hate it. It completely dilutes his talents and worth. Book!Peeta entrances in such a beautiful way like after Katniss breaks down on hearing the screams of her loved ones in the arena and while the morphling was dying.

Random ask. But agreed, Anon. At least they gave him a decent speech in District 11 on the Victory Tour. But great googly moogly shall we compare these two scenes you’ve mentioned?

Book Peeta:

Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice, it seems almost nonsensical, but the words aren’t for me. “With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a baby’s skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.”

The morphling stares into Peeta’s eyes, hanging on to his words.

“One time, I spent three days mixing paint until I found the right shade for sunlight on white fur. You see, I kept thinking it was yellow, but it was much more than that. Layers of all sorts of color. One by one,” says Peeta.

The morphling’s breathing is slowing into shallow catch-breaths. Her free hand dabbles in the blood on her chest, making the tiny swirling motions she so loved to paint with.

“I haven’t figured out a rainbow yet. They come so quickly and leave so soon. I never have enough time to capture them. Just a bit of blue here or purple there. And then they fade away again. Back into the air,” says Peeta.

The morphling seems mesmerized by Peeta’s words. Entranced. She lifts up a trembling hand and paints what I think might be a flower on Peeta’s cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “That looks beautiful.”

For a moment, the morphling’s face lights up in a grin and she makes a small squeaking sound. Then her blood-dappled hand falls back onto her chest, she gives one last huff of air, and the cannon fires. The grip on my hand releases.

Movie Peeta:

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay. Shh. Shh. Shh. Hey do you wanna see something? Look up. Look. Look at that.”

[as they look at the sky]

“It’s incredible, isn’t it? All those colors. Don’t worry about anything else. I’ll be right here with you. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Book Peeta:

“It’s all right, Katniss,” he whispers.

“You didn’t hear them,” I answer.

“I heard Prim. Right in the beginning. But it wasn’t her,” he says. “It was a jabberjay.”

“It was her. Somewhere. The jabberjay just recorded it,” I say.

“No, that’s what they want you to think. The same way I wondered if Glimmer’s eyes were in that mutt last year. But those weren’t Glimmer’s eyes. And that wasn’t Prim’s voice. Or if it was, they took it from an interview or something and distorted the sound. Made it say whatever she was saying,” he says.

“No, they were torturing her,” I answer. “She’s probably dead.”

“Katniss, Prim isn’t dead. How could they kill Prim? We’re almost down to the final eight of us. And what happens then?” Peeta says.

“Seven more of us die,” I say hopelessly.

“No, back home. What happens when they reach the final eight tributes in the Games?” He lifts my chin so I have to look at him. Forces me to make eye contact. “What happens? At the final eight?”

I know he’s trying to help me, so I make myself think. “At the final eight?” I repeat. “They interview your family and friends back home.”

“That’s right,” says Peeta. “They interview your family and friends. And can they do that if they’ve killed them all?”

“No?” I ask, still unsure.

“No. That’s how we know Prim’s alive. She’ll be the first one they interview, won’t she?” he asks.

I want to believe him. Badly. It’s just . . . those voices . . .

“First Prim. Then your mother. Your cousin, Gale. Madge,” he continues. “It was a trick, Katniss. A horrible one. But we’re the only ones who can be hurt by it. We’re the ones in the Games. Not them.”

“You really believe that?” I say.

“I really do,” says Peeta. I waver, thinking of how Peeta can make anyone believe anything. I look over at Finnick for confirmation, see he’s fixated on Peeta, his words.

“Do you believe it, Finnick?” I ask.

“It could be true. I don’t know,” he says. “Could they do that, Beetee? Take someone’s regular voice and make it . . .”

“Oh, yes. It’s not even that difficult, Finnick. Our children learn a similar technique in school,” says Beetee.

“Of course Peeta’s right. The whole country adores Katniss’s little sister. If they really killed her like this, they’d probably have an uprising on their hands,” says Johanna flatly. “Don’t want that, do they?” She throws back her head and shouts, “Whole country in rebellion? Wouldn’t want anything like that!”

Movie Peeta:

Peeta Mellark: It’s over. It’s okay. They’re gone. The hour’s gone. The hour’s up. It’s alright. It’s okay. It’s over

Katniss Everdeen: Prim!

Peeta Mellark: No, no. Prim’s okay. It’s okay.

Johanna Mason (to Finnick): Are you okay?

Finnick Odair: Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine.

Peeta Mellark: Okay. They won’t touch Prim. Alright?

[Katniss nods]

Johanna Mason: Your fiancé’s right. The whole country loves your sister. If they tortured her or did anything to her, forget the Districts, there would be…riots in the damn Capitol. (Yelling) Hey, how does that sound, Snow? What if we…what if we set your backyard on fire? You know, you can’t put everybody in here!

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Granted... less time versus page. But dude. The oversimplification of the message in both speeches just leaves something to be desired. His voice is supposed to REACH HER. And not just Katniss, but the other tributes in the armrena with them. It’s why she’s convinced he could sway an entire nation to rebel with a handful of sentences. Maybe the script writers were concerned that his level of eloquence wouldn’t translate to screen, that it might feel forced. Instead it feels clunky and half assed.

Thankfully, the underlying kindness in the acts and the way he holds the morphing is still there, and that scene is visually stunning. But would it be too much to ask for him to have held Katniss IN HIS LAP in the movie, the way he does in the book? She’s violently trembling. He’s supposed to hold her damn it!

I know there are people who love the movies, and they’re entitled to that. I personally do feel like these two scenes were at least somewhat well done. They’re not the cave atrocity. But like you, I agree that they could have been 1000% better if they’d remained more true to the books in both the words spoken and actions. I too miss the moving the world with his words Peeta of the books.

#anonymous #look at that ask

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