#java jive

[duckymcdoorknob]

congrats on 1k!!! you deserve it for being such a cool writer!! :D i also really adore how you set up the event its so creative and cute ahsjhdd

id like to order a medium black coffee with light ice, sweet cream cold foam, and cream + sugar please! name for it will be Saiki, thanks in advance!! <33

Ummmm brb I’ll cry RQ 🥰

Thank you for the kind words 😭😭😭

I hope you enjoy this!!!!! I had a blast writing it, and I think it’s absolutely adorable. Here’s some soft Saiki for the soul-

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱr���᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

If someone had told Kusuo that he would be spending part of winter break with his friends, in a cabin, hidden in the mountains, he would’ve laughed. Famously stoic Kusuo Saiki would have broke into laughter at the thought of being stuck with his dumbass friends(affectionate).

At this moment in time, he was not laughing.

The outside air was chilly, and the clock had just struck 3:30am. Kusuo was seated on the edge of the living room couch, calmly sipping a mug of tea, and observing the chaos unfolding in front of him.

Said chaos was Aren and Kaidou exasperatedly teaching Nendou and Toritsuka how to play poker. The two seemed to have the hang of it… until they didn’t.

“Nendoooooooou.” Kaido groaned through his hands, “This is not blackjack. You don’t say hit me.”

The pinkette exhaled fondly, resting his cheek on his closed fist. He was not inherently against playing a few rounds, but realistically, his powers would keep him from playing fairly, so he opted to watch the chaos unfold.

Saiki would be lying if he didn’t say he was enjoying himself. It was purely schadenfreude, but he did love watching Kaidou absolutely shit himself when Nendou would end up with round-winning hands.

The psychic boy was content with himself. He barely even noticed how late it had gotten until someone made him…

A sudden weight on the right side of the couch made him avert his gaze from the table. His eyes locked onto you. You were bundled up in your blanket, most definitely exhausted, and yet unable to sleep at the same time.

“You’re up late, can’t sleep?” Kusuo asked softly, tuning out the din from the card-players.

“Mmm.” You replied, blinking the drowsiness out of your eyes, “Why are you awake?”

Kusuo scoffed in amusement, and pointed to the table across the room.

“What are they-“ you cut yourself off with a forced yawn ripping from your throat, “what are they playing?”

“Poker.” The pinkette replied, “at least they’re trying to.”

The boy went on to explain to you how the four had been at this for quite some time. His words fell deafly upon your ears after a while. While you were glad that you were finally tired, you didn’t want to stop listening to Saiki tell you stories.

Thankfully, Kusuo’s powers let him know exactly what to expect in that moment. As he calmly recounted his tale, he carefully put his tea on the end table, and moved a pillow onto his lap.

Within a second, you nodded to convey that you were listening (you were not), and then your eyes fluttered closed while you fell forward, murmuring about how you were “going to lay down for a little bit”. With an effortless swoop of his arms, the pinkette caught your exhausted figure, carefully lowering your head onto the pillow.

His hands found refuge in your hair, fingers carding through it absentmindedly as he continued to speak. His words flowed like honey, and his tone was low and gentle.

“You wouldn’t believe how many times Nendou actually had a decent hand. Kaidou was losing his mind almost every roun-“

Eventually, he realized that he was talking to absolutely no one anymore, and that you had fallen asleep. He removed his hand from your head, opting to rest it on your side instead.

“I suppose it can’t be helped.” He murmured, removing his glasses and closing his eyes. Despite his resting state, he was still perfectly cognizant of his surroundings.

Kusuo was 100% aware of Nendou taking a photo of the two of you, along with with Aren berating him for it. But what he wasn’t expecting was for Toritsuka to settle onto the couch next to him, resting his head on Saiki’s shoulder, and for Kaidou to cover the three of you with a blanket.

Maybe his friends weren’t the worst people in the world.

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[dzgrizzle]

Java Jive Atlanta, 1994-2024. You will be missed.

[emmaklee]

(via The Manhattan Transfer - Java Jive - YouTube)

[eriksangel666]

New podcast episode is up! This week we ride some vocal slides all the way down Route 66 as we discuss the music of the Manhattan Transfer...and boy do we have some thoughts and feelings on this one

[nudeartpluspoetry]

Bob's Java Jive cafe and bar. Tacoma, Washington, USA.

[mreatts]

Java Jive Sketches, 2014

Sketches from an open mic in high school, a night of poetry and songs.

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

tacoma, washington. 2024

[sohannabarberaesque]

So imagine the radio receiving Honey and Sis' surprise shortwave worldcasting station while having the old exercise with the Mocha-Java Jive....

[chronomally]

They need to make a club remix of "Java Jive" by The Ink Spots

[wonderlustology]

[imagining-in-the-margins]

hi!! do you have any fic recs for non-bau!reader x spencer? i’m not too picky just would love to read about navigating a domestic relationship with an agent while being entirely NOT in that field! so maybe something fluffy (but never opposed to smutty). thank you in advanced 🧚‍♀️

Hey friend! I've compiled most of my Civilian!Reader fics here, although I will say not a lot of them focus on the difficulties navigating the job. For that, you'll find the most luck with my two most popular series below. Otherwise, it's a somewhat eclectic group of fics, which I hope you can still enjoy ❤️

If anyone has any favorite fics that the anon might be interested in, please share them in the comments or reblogs! Self-promotion is always welcome!

S.R. Series (NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI)

The Birds & The Bees (ongoing series): Prof!Spencer, Virgin!Reader. Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her.

Here to Misbehave (completed series): Spencer meets a girl he can’t get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there.

S.R. SFW Oneshots

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Devil’s Advocate: Spencer’s been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Haunted: Spencer’s never told anyone what happened in prison.

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

It’s Personal: Reader reminds Spencer’s team that it’s never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they’re dating their coworker.

Java Jive: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Not Your Backup: Spencer and JJ argue about her jealousy of his girlfriend.

Quid Pro Quo: Spencer is entranced by the law student in his class.

Rib Cage: Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

The Perfect Plan: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

S.R. SFW Blurbs

At Ease: Spencer comes home to his partner and finds them still asleep.

Birthday Wish: Spencer is sad he can’t reach you on his birthday.

Favorite Person: Reader just needs a little extra reassurance sometimes.

S.R. NSFW Oneshots (18+, MINORS DNI)

Big Bad Wolf (Part 1, Part 2): Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case.

Blush: Spencer finds something surprising in his girlfriend’s sock drawer after he’s released from prison.

Cupid & Psyche: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him.

Devil in the Backseat: Reader is a little too much (and Spencer's into it).

Get Lucky: It’s 3AM and a pipe burst in Reader’s apartment. She is soaked, angry, and forgot her wallet and phone. Her neighbor Spencer tries his best to make the night not terrible.

I Like It Like That: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party.

Kiss ’n Tell: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend’s habit of oversharing.

My Boss’s Daughter: Spencer’s fling with his boss’s daughter is definitely going to get him fired.

Relief in Regrets: Spencer turns to his ex-girlfriend in a time of need.

Rewrapped: Reader tries to be cheeky, but regrets it a little too late to do anything about it.

Rodeo Show: Spencer and Reader weren’t planning on having an audience that morning.

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Part 1, Part 2): Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house).

Study Session: Spencer really hates his student, but he can’t resist her.

Vienna: Spencer is a bona fide 40-year-old virgin. After a few months of dating Reader, he finally decides he wants to change that.

Yellow Light: Everyone thinks Reader is dangerous. Probably because she’s Cat’s sister. But is that why Spencer likes her?

Happy reading!

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi ducky may I place an order? I'd like a medium iced tea with light ice with caramel drizzle and cookie crumbles please :D

name on the order is finral <3

Hehe Finral 😍

I will need one tall order of this man and this man alone holy fuck

PLEASE GOD MAKE THIS MAN REAL

ILL PAY YOU BRO

IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM

CW BELOW THE CUT: None

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

The nighttime was something that you had always found serene and comforting. Being a Black Bull meant that you could always fend for yourself if danger managed to find you. That doesn’t mean that you were always let off the hook, but you mainly stayed safe no matter where you went.

You were on high alert, having just fended off some petty thieves who tried to stick you up. Your senses were heightened, and you were honestly too on edge.

The sudden sound of your name being called and pattering footsteps caused you to summon your grimoire.

“S-Stay back! I don’t want to have to use my magic!”

“Woah! (N/N), it’s just me.”

You blinked to regain your composure, your eyes focusing onto the person with you.

“F-Finral?” You sputtered.

“Sorry to spook you.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Are you alright?”

You exhaled in relief, body slumping to its usual relaxed posture. “Yeah.” You felt the tension leave your body as Finral placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, rubbing slowly. “Thanks, Fin.”

The brunette smiled warmly, “Anytime.”

“So” you began, continuing your slow walk, “What brings you to this part of town?”

“Ah.”

Well shit. You had caught him. He had to think of a lie, and fast.

“Well you know me, I’m Yami’s 5* errand boy.” Finral replied with an awkward chuckle.

Truth be told, the spatial magic user knew that you would be walking at this time of night. Every ounce of chivalry in his body told him that he should not be letting the person he loves walk alone during night time, it was too dangerous, even if you were a magic knight.

“But what’s got you out here so late? It’s not safe.”

You giggled leaning into his side, “I’m not a helpless person in distress. I’m a Bull, just like you.” You smiled warmly at him, failing to notice his growing awkwardness, “But I appreciate your concern for me. It’s sweet. Thank you, Finnie.”

Finral swore he could’ve melted on the spot at the nickname. His gentle grip on your shoulder fell lax for a split second as he tried to regain his composure.

A sudden bright light illuminated the sky, causing the two of you to look up. A shooting star crossed your lines of sight. “Make a wish, Fin!” You chirped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What did you wish for?” You turned to him, eyes sparkling in under the silvery moonlight.

Oh how your eyes would be the death of him.

His hand came off your shoulder to hold a finger to his lips. “You know I can’t tell you. If I did, my wish wouldn’t come true, and it’s one that I greatly want to.”

Finral couldn’t help but smile at the subtle pout that fell over your features. “Come on, you. Let’s get you home safe. The others are probably waiting for us.”

You beamed at him, bounding up to his side.

“Here,” he chimed, holding out his outstretched fingers. “take my hand.”

Without hesitating, you interwound his fingers with yours, swinging your arms as you walked. The brunette chuckled sweetly at your adorable behavior.

As if to try and ruin the moment, the sky opened up and it began to pour. The two of you yelped as you sped up your pace. Soon you were running through the rain, laughing your asses off.

By the time the two of you returned, you were both cold from the rain, and warm from giggling the entire way home. Your hands were still intertwined when you walked through the doors, causing Magna to comment immediately.

“Oooh, look at them holding hands.” The flame magic user cooed.

You beamed at your teammate, squeezing Finral’s hand, “Yep! Fin walked home with me just to make sure I was okay. Isn’t he the greatest?”

The spatial magic user thought he would melt straight into the floor on the spot. Between your praises, Magna’s teasing, and the teasing eyebrows of his teammates, Finral couldn’t take much more flush on his face.

“Okay, okay. L-Let’s get you into the bath and into some warm clothes.” The brunette sputtered.

Vanessa couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw the brunette hug you goodnight. The gentle pink dust on his cheeks had proven her suspicions correct.

After Finral had disappeared down the hallway, the witch called out to you. “(Y/N).”

You turned to look at her.

“He totally has the hots for you, sweetie.”

You furrowed your brows, attempting to stutter out a response. “N-No! He just walked me home. I-I-It’s not a big deal. Any of the guys here would do the same! Right? Magna? Luck? Gord-“

“(N/N).” Magna interrupted, “Fin has spatial magic… Why didn’t he just portal the two of you home?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

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[lebuc]

my level

* all i ask— that you meet me on my level

Kim, Yeezy, Beyonce, baby Blue, Jay-Z Taylor, Nicki - how do they impact our lives, really?

now Glasper, H.E.R., Kendrick, musically - we might could start a convo 'bout them... *

but really, let’s bump the famous & infamous,

deal with ourselves, un-famous & free as long as we want to be

let’s talk of spiritual wealth, of bread & butter, & not hurting one another *

let’s talk Middle East peace Selma to Ferguson, the police; justice for all, abroad & right here, vis-a-vis; *

that squeal in the car’s wheel, city’s budget woes;

how kids today don’t know about Quik or Bosco - oh noes!

too few hot spots for Black thought southside of Chicago; vacation fantasies, St Tropez or Key Largo? * high health insurance, underwater homeowners’ credit;

hiring for jobs, hating DEI, promotions not on merit... & some employers still don’t get it. * how literary angst relates to migraines or stomach pain;

how ‘she’ just got on your last nerve again—  you know, her - that ‘Ms.Thang’. *

meeting on our level; we can talk, jive java, stay woke, smoke, toke (poke – i joke.)

...call me. * 3/15 - 1/25 ( feblog ) - lebuc - my level Call Me · Me'shell Ndegeocello

[chronivore]

1958 Design Idea for Space needle, Bert Smyser, designer of Java Jive, Tacoma

[punk-chicken-radio]

the ink spots - the java jive

-ax and TOS

[coffeenuts]

Bob's Java Jive by KenBungay https://flic.kr/p/2mNMAPA