#Laughter Room

[beautyupdate]

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你喜歡吃早午餐嗎？你認為早午餐裡面必須要有哪些食物？才稱得上是早午餐呢？在七張捷運站正對面巷口，有一家喜室早餐，這家店雖然在巷口裡面，但每到用餐時間，不知道人從哪裡冒出來的，店內總是坐滿了人，到底這家喜室的早午餐有哪些魅力呢？ #喜室早餐 #喜室 #七張捷運站 早午餐推薦 #七張 早午餐 #Laughter Room #歐式麵包

你喜歡吃早午餐嗎？你認為早午餐裡面必須要有哪些食物？才稱得上是早午餐呢？在七張捷運站正對面巷口，有一家喜室早餐，這家店雖然在巷口裡面，但每到用餐時間，不知道人從哪裡冒出來的，店內總是坐滿了人，到底這家喜室的早午餐有哪些魅力呢？ 喜室早餐 Laughter Room （FB) 地點：231新北市新店區北新路二段121巷15號1樓 營業時間：週四～週日08:00~14:00 (週一～週三公休） 電話： 02 2912 0227 用餐方式：內用、外帶、外送 (uber eat) 付費方式：現金、電子支付 每人平均價位：$275 值得推薦：ＯＯＯＯ 喜室早餐在哪裡？ 這家喜室早餐位在綠線的七張捷運站��口，過馬路正對巷口，於第一個路口左轉就可以看到以白色簡約裝潢的店面。 喜室早餐…

[shouyuus]

here's a thought:

bartender!vi x flower shop!reader

where bartender!vi is always closing shop when you're setting up right across the street from the last drop and she always sees you, pushing open your old fashioned french windows, an apron gathered around your waist as you set up the outdoor arrangements.

one of these days, she thinks she'll go over to ask for a flower (or your number), or just to buy you a drink. one of these days, she's gonna gather up the courage to do it. but today... she thinks she'll just content herself with watching (yet again), with wondering what your name might be, dreaming about if you'd smell like flowers, if your smile would look just as beautiful.

she doesn't know that every evening, when you're closing shop and the last drop is turning on it's lights and she's busy helping vander carry in the stock for the night, you're watching her through those vast french windows, wondering if her laughter is just as intoxicating as a shot of whiskey, if her eyes might be bourbon-bright beneath the haze of a busy bar.

one of these days, you think, you'll go over there and... say hi. ask for her to make you her favorite drink (or just her number). one of these days. but --

not today.

[random-bakwaas]

Athena refused to help Annabeth because she was embarassed by her impertinence.

Poseidon finally agrees to help Percy because he was proud of his.

[megamindsupremacy]

The Batfam ranked by how good they are with kids (ages 3-12):

Jason: the best with kids, and also the most low-key about it. the kind of adult that kids like because he talks to them like adults and doesn’t treat them lesser because they’re younger. If you dropped him in a room full of kids he’d be perfectly fine and able to handle anything that happened.

Duke: enjoys hanging out with kids but WILL panic if the kid starts panicking. If you dropped him in a room full of kids he could keep them entertained with his powers and stories and he’d have a good time unless someone starts crying, at which point it’s t-minus two minutes for Duke to find an adultier adult until he also starts crying from stress

Dick: theoretically good with kids but it’s all an act. Kids LOVE him so people assume he is also the best with kids of the batfam but he’s really just putting on a front. Drop him in a room full of kids and he’s kinda uncomfortable with how they’re all over him and love him so much but you wouldn’t be able to tell because he’s great at keeping them entertained

Cass: Ambivalent about kids. Can sometimes freak them out if she’s in one of her scarier uniforms but she can always calm them down. Very intense about children’s safety conceptually but in practice not great at interacting with them in-person. Drop her in a room full of kids and she can keep things from going insane but would rather not be in this situation without backup.

Steph: wants to be good with kids but simply does not have that intrinsic talent. Something just doesn’t click with trying to interact with them. Drop her in a room full of kids and she’ll do her best and feel really bad when the kids just aren’t vibing with her. Tries to not take it to heart but reminds herself that at least she’s not as bad as Tim.

Damian: kids really like him because he’s One Of Them but he doesn’t really like kids. In part because he straight up does not have the life experience to relate to kids around his age or comfort kids younger than him. Will go through the motions of his training and rattle off scripts and stuff but really would rather not interact. Drop him in a room full of kids and he is the center of attention and everyone is fascinated by him but he just Really Wants Out

Tim: so insanely bad with kids. he’s learned the psychology and done the training and memorized the scrips and stuff but he is simply bad at all of it. Kids sense his negative aura and flee in the other direction. Drop him in a room full of kids and everybody including him will be screaming within five minutes.

Bonus:

Bruce: absolutely loves kids and kids are quietly fascinated by him. On par with Jason in terms of “good with kids”. Not an entertainer like Duke or Dick but really good at empathizing with kids, especially if they’re going through a hard time. Drop him in a room full of kids and within thirty minutes he’s separately told all of them his secret identity and sworn them to secrecy with a wink.

[mod2amaryllis]

the fact that my baby is relatively easy is 95% luck i know that, but I'm claiming that last 5% as her being born to two ultra patient people who love each other, and every living thing in our house, a lot. i could be delusional but i really think it permeates.

[octagava]

<- Day 11: Time Travel | Day 12: Affection | Day 13: Band AU ->

[stromer]

so the broadcasters somehow got brady in the booth for this world juniors game and they mentioned that timmy read the germany lineup and the little shit said "clearly didn't provide much motivation" LOL

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 7

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1554

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

He's been relegated to picking up supplies. You'd thrust a list at him that morning, and he'd almost seen a tail behind you, flicking and curling like a question mark.

It isn't the first time you've had him wrapped around your finger, requesting his assistance. Normally you only ask when you're sick, desperate for supplies and he's available. (He'll always be available.)

Still, this time you've handed him a list for crafts, shoved him from his own base, and you peppered his face in kisses before he can even respond or argue. 

Not that he would, but he wishes you would at least come shopping with him. He's found himself enjoying the domesticity of you puttering around aisles while he pushes a trolley. If he takes his eyes off you, you'll steal the trolley and go skidding down an empty aisle.

Which is how he stands now, in the living room of his base, hands full of arts and crafts supplies, while he stares at a tree he doesn't remember buying.

It's twinkling with lights half done, but otherwise it bears no decoration. The twins are balancing on each other's shoulders trying to throw the multicoloured flashing lights up towards the top of it. You're there underneath, ready to catch them if them.

He's pretty sure someone's going to end up with a broken bone. (Which he does not want to explain to the doctor.)

With a flick of his finger, black and red swirling mist quickly remove lights from hands and twist them around the top of the tree. Gently, and carefully.

He's only slightly smug, smirk in full, when you turn to him in surprise. He's even more smug when your face instantly warms, eyes twinkling at him.

If he were really a crow, his feathers would poof up and he'd preen. Instead he wipes his hand on his shirt collar and extends the bags he's holding, "For you, kitten."

Your whirlwind of activity rushes over, the twins wobbling before they manage to detangle themselves, grabbing at the bag and pulling them to the floor. Separating things out.

He watches absently, but you're focused and tapping on your chin as you think, so he abandons you to your considerations to make himself useful. Warm drinks in hand before he returns to you.

Sylus finds you showing the twins how to fold and make ornaments with coloured paper. He hesitates at the door, if you had wanted ornaments, why did you not just ask for them? He could have ordered any number. Any colour. Anything you wanted.

He's again unsettled by a strange uncomfortable dissatisfaction, you do not make it easy to provide for you. To satisfy every desire. He wonders how you became someone who holds them so close to the chest, scared to want, all over again. He offers hot chocolate to the twins, and frothed coffee to you, (the smell never gets better), before sitting next to you on the floor, cross legged and curious.

You look over and grin, and for a second he sees ears tilting forwards in mischief, pupils blown and ready to pounce. "We didn't have a lot growing up, so me and Caleb would make ornaments for the tree with Gran. The twins wanted to try..." there's a question there that you want to ask but you can't quite... get the words out.

He can read you well enough to know the hesitation, and he leans in, voice low, fingers brushing your cheek, "Show me."

Sylus prides himself on learning, he's good at picking up skills, but he cannot be said to be creative. He is, however, good at following steps. He does, however, enjoy trying.

It's not a new skill that will be useful for anything other than moments like this, but truthfully if he only ever learned skills for moments like this, he'd be a happier fiend than he has any right to.

The twins decide to get pens and decorate the shapes he folds, while you sit nearby fretting over a new challenge. He finds himself looking over and peering but you catch him and point at his hands in an unspoken order. Focus.

He chuckles, only you would dare to order him about, and only you would gain his obedience as he follows your orders.

As they end up with a pile of... he's not sure he'd call anything he and the twins have made art, the fish would surely have something to say if he tried, he already dreads the upcoming conversation, but you're thrilled and excited as you come over to look. Picking up paper baubles and stars that the twins have drawn silly faces on.

There's a happy flush to Luke and Kieran's face as you wholeheartedly approve, and he swallows a lump in his throat that he doesn't really understand. Yet he wants to cry, he thinks, and he's not really sure why. Or what caused it.

He doesn't linger, doesn't have time, as you're pushing him towards the tree, "You get the top, Luke, middle, Kieran, bottom." Then you're running off.

He's starting to think the holidays are a little too much trouble... (Warm, vibrant, comforting.) That lilting voice that sounds like yours again.

Your soul is always so noisy, he muses, warmed and placated.

They're almost done when you come back, this time you're not as energetic. There's waves coming off you, nerves and anxiety rippling under skin. He pauses, where he's about to hang a star, and looks down  at you. As soon as he does you swallow, shoving a cardboard box into his arms.

Not a box? It has numbers on it?

"We-" you swallow past the nerves and push on. Ever ready to fight a monster. Even if the monster is yourself, "also used to make calendars for each other. It's late, so it's only twelve days." He catches your hand before it scratches at your arm, smoothing his thumb over your fingers and then rubbing circles into your palm. He blinks down at the thing, and sees today. He drops the star he's holding unceremoniously and presses the little cardboard flap open.

The calendar is decorated with a picture of a crow surrounded by presents. He remembers the fish encouraging your artistic pursuits, and while he's not sure if it's good, he never seems to be sure if it's good... he knows he likes it.

Inside is a hand wrapped chocolate and a small note.

Day one - A reminder that I love you, and appreciate you always, thank you Sylus.

You're still fidgeting, and at this point the twins have peeked their heads over to stare at his bounty. The longer he stares, the more he realises he has to speak, has to respond but his throat feels closed and his chest is so tight. It hurts. It hurts.

"If it's stupid you don't have to-"

He drops his calendar and he presses you into his chest. He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. He nips at your cheek, hand squeezing your face, he wants to bite and chew and claw and scratch.

He can't understand and he doesn't want to hurt, but he breathes you in. Relieved he has no tail to betray him, wagging furiously. You're giggling at his reaction, trying to pull away from his rough handling, calling his name out like knives in his heart, and he finally kisses you. Over and over and over. Tasting his name on your lips and your love in his heart.

Then he startles, pulling away quickly to see that thankfully the twins had caught his gift, the note and the chocolate. Placing it on the side. They're giving him a look like he's a fool, he might be, because he has an evol that can move things for him. Instead his foolish body betrayed him.

"Hunter! Do we get one?" Luke calls, pouting, and you keep a hold on Sylus' hand. Grounding him as he looks at your note over and over, pressing your thumb into his wrist, and smoothing his rapid uneven heartbeat there.

Still you extend a makeshift calendar to the twins, one each, identical except for the names. He can tell that you'd been careful to match every line. "Of course."

He absently notes that you've left four more on the side. The fish, the doctor, the prince and an untouched one for your family. The note is finally placed in his pocket, right over his heart, where he knows he'll keep it until it's worn and unreadable. Not that it matters, because he'll remember it always.

As you watch him smooth his fingers over it, you laugh, "You know there's eleven more days of those right?" Your nerves are still simmering, he can tell, but you're thrilled for his reaction and eased with his earnestness and joy. He lets your words settle and then darts to the calendar on the side, he hears the twins opening theirs but barely cares.

You panic when you realise he's going to just tear the thing open for more of your feelings recorded in pretty stationary paper, before you throw yourself at his back, "Sylus! No! They're for other days!"

[ohmywyll]

I want more of Wyll and Astarion being little shits together. I want Wyll passive-aggressively insulting awful upper class politicians to their face while Astarion eggs him on. Astarion being catty to entitled party guest while Wyll reassures them that he is definitely going to talk to his husband about his behavior. Wyll and Astarion trying desperately not to laugh when Ulder is lectering them about playing footies at the annual family dinner party, again.

A lot of people forget how much of a little shit Wyll can be. We need more of it.

[misty-memories09]

Sabito: standing outside as he holds a sign that says ‘marry me?’ Giyuu: [blushes], Oh. Oh my god! YES!! Sabito: No, tell Sanemi!! Giyuu: SANEMI, I'M MARRYING YOUR BOYFRIEND!!

[stranger-eelio]

trying not to burst out laughing during an exam today when i realised the walls were yellow and the floors were blue and the desks were yellow and the chairs were blue

[satoblue]

something something satoru something something falls in love at first laugh

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it’s gently snowing outside. i’m in the bathroom, getting ready for my opening shift, listening to my parents laugh each other awake. i keep wondering if this is the same small joy they felt hearing my sister and i giggle each other to sleep as children. i hope it is

[ereborne]

With all my experience and expertise as a data analyst, I can absolutely understand what they meant. But to see the email proposing my contract be amended, so I am given over to the other office for 4-8 workhrs per pay-period to do 'anal'.......

[alexjcrowley]

The Hobbit or Bilbo Baggins's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Not At All Fun Steppe Vacation

[mpregstuff]

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