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1. Mystified - Alan Ross2. Groovy Times - Alan Price3. Seasons Come, Seasons Go - Bobbie Gentry4. Cage The Songbird - Elton John5. Sweetwood - Ozark Mountain Daredevils6. Had To Fall In Love - The Moody BluesHope you enjoy !!
Tahno + korra , note passing!
pastry chef vs. barista!au —[ tahno/korra ]find them all here.
“What in the hell do you call this?”
His patrons look up, momentarily startled—then return to their morning sweets, unfazed.
She’s a thrashing storm in an apron; a tsunami dusted in stray pastry flower; an earth tremor enhanced by the scent of freshly-ground coffee beans; a hurricane in ruffles, which ‘for the record,’ she ’never agreed to, okay, it’s just for publicity, or something, I don’t know it’s Tarrlok’s stupid rule, god I wish they would fire him already—‘
She’s already here, flown across the street like wildfire in a pastry shop, and speaking of such—Tahno keeps working the dough with his roller. He has precisely 5.4 seconds until his refusal to acknowledge her will flip her over the edge, so somewhere just around the tipping point, Tahno finally deigns her with an impervious glance.
Except. Except one of his petit fours is already sitting on the countertop in front of him, which means that she has leaned over the glass barrier—again—and interrupted his perfectly sanitary working space to deposit it there. Again. Clearly, the young amateurs of Avatar Legendary Coffee Roasters care little about the ways of food safety rules and regulations. Tsk. He should offer her a private session to... review them.
“Tahno, we had a deal—we can’t sell your stupid cakes if your face is etched over all of them! In cocoa!”
He lifts his gaze as he spreads his fingers wide, stretching and smoothing and caressing the dough precisely into place... he could do this blindfolded, he thinks, and smirks. Perhaps she’s finally taken notice?
“Oh? Having some sales trouble, Uhavatar?”
“That’s not the point and you know it,” she glares, nearly spitting fire, already rounding on her heel. She’s rampaging out the same way she rampaged in: apron billowing, fists clenching, lividity reeling. “Keep to the damn logo!” she calls, and slams the door behind her with an incongruous twinkle of bells.
//
“The usual,” Tahno drawls. “Unless you’ve forgotten.”
The tall, broody one glares like flashes of lightning; impressive, at first, in their raw energy—but quickly forgotten.
Tahno can practically see the flames shooting out from his eyeballs as the tall, angry cashier lowers his gaze to the cup he’s scribbling on. Ah, Tahno notes; he is being fastidiously ignored. The tall one is still not speaking to him, then? Uhvatar must have wrangled him into not uttering a word, lest the oaf damage their business partnership. Interesting.
Tahno scans the barcode from his phone—the newest model, but of course, fresh from four days ago—without breaking antagonizing eye contact with the tallest barista. The strain on the aproned oaf is obvious; Tahno’s grin curls deliciously.
“Fantastic customer service, as always,” he tosses, like lazy syrup filled with hidden razors, and steps back from the register. He’s thoroughly enjoying the sensation of laser beam-focus that is trying to melt the flesh from his bones. Flicks a disinterested hand over his shoulder as he nears the end of the bar. “See you, Taco.”
“It’s Mako.”
“So… where’s your star barista this fine morning?” Tahno asks, slowly, deliberately, and glances behind the bar towards the other one—the smaller, shorter, exuberant one. Said barista flips his coffee bean scoop in the air for a full double-rotation and catches it seamlessly, like that is any sort of feat at all.
“Working,” answers the taller, angry Mako. “You know. Like some of us do.”
“She’s in on a conference call,” interrupts the young Bolin with a genuine grin. Tahno’s gaze narrows in spite of himself; Bolin used to be so afraid of him. What’s changed? Where did the fear go? His sudden self-assuredness is…. unnerving. Bolin sets Tahno’s to-go cup down onto the counter and amicably offers, “Wanna leave a message?”
Tahno considers it.
“She knows where to find me,” is all he says as he takes his to-go cup and strolls toward the exit, feeling the tell-tale fire as it burns satisfying, invisible marks into his back all the way out the door, and then some.
It isn’t until he gets across the street and back into his office, into his desk chair, that he glances down at the side of his cup.
Your eyeliner’s smudged.
Twenty seconds later, Tahno tosses the hand mirror to the hard desk with a grating clatter, his sneer stretching something vicious, and his heart-rate is not climbing, it is not, it is fine, and that’s final.
//
Tahno stares down at the new to-go cup that has suddenly appeared before him.
“Delivery!” comes the cheerful answer from Bolin, presented with an accompanying wink. Ruffled, but electing not to show it, Tahno wordlessly picks up the still-too-hot cup.
“I didn’t pay.”
Bolin beams. “It’s on the house.”
Perturbed even further, Tahno eyes the lid with obvious suspicion. “Is it poisoned?”
Bolin lifts a cupped hand to his mouth and offers a conspiratorial whisper, “With neighborly support.”
If it’s bait, he isn’t biting. “Why?”
“As a special bonus-thank you!” Bolin broadly declares. “Your little baby-cakes are selling like mad!”
“Baby-cakes?”
“Here, check ‘em out! The Lady-Master of the house has sent you one as an offering.”
Tahno looks down at the creation of his own design—his creation, his work, his victories—(and Ming and Shaozu’s help, yeah, whatever)—and stares.
“I have a mustache,” Tahno muses, confused, as he stares down at the obvious… alternations that have been made to his petit four design. “And… orange hair.”
He’s never been one for the heat, but he can feel his blood begin to simmer; he’s not sure it’s entirely anger.
“Yeah! Isn’t it delightful? The sales have never been higher!”
Oh, wait—maybe it is.
//
Playlist: Marc Bolan’s Cosmic Dance Party
1. Dancing Machine - The Jackson Five2. N.Y. You Got Me Dancing - Andrea True Connection3. Far Far Away - Slade4. Night Fever - Bee Gees5. Dance To The Music - Sly And The Family Stone6. I Love To Boogie - T. RexThanks!
ballerbrawlista replied to your post “if anyone has any fun facts regarding the sistine chapel i am 100%...”
Fun fact: Michelangelo absolutely hated working on the Sistine chapel ceiling (1508-1512) so much so that he wrote sad poetry about it and letters to his father complaining about the work. He only worked on because it was commissioned by pope Justin II and it's not a good idea to snub the pope. Contrary to popular belief he painted on scaffolding standing upright and not lying down and it had devastating effects on his health.
yeah, i read that painting the ceiling absolutely wrecked his eyesight. i can’t imagine it was so great on his back and overall posture.
thank you so much!
Since dramione seems to be a popular topic atm, have you ever read riptey's Bring Out Your Dead, or Midnight by spankinghalo?
oh my god, bring out your dead was definitely one of those fics that i could not read by myself in the dark of night. i think i read it around the same time that i read isolation because they were both recc’d by the same livejournal user (mihnn, it might have been you??) and i was mighty attracted to the gorgeous fic banners that H&V had for them. (those were the golden days of fanfiction, SIGHS FOREVER.) everyone please read it and also DO NOT DO IT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, PLEASE.
i have not read midnight, so i will add it to the list! much thanks!! ♥
ballerbrawlista replied to your photoset:its hard to focus when ur so cute (working hard...
I LOVE THE BUNS
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks babe (got that hair long enough for cute looks but still short look going on hell yeah hell yeah :D)
ballerbrawlista replied to your post: hello friend
What.
vic submitted it im as confused as you are
So apparently we are the same entity....
that is the face of a tortured soul
