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@unorthodox-chef
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But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire.
- James 1:14
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Let us tell you about the thing we are trying to make THE THING for Fic.Fan.
So, you know that terrible feeling when you really want to write something, anything, but you just don't seem to know where to start? Or you have an idea brooding somewhere in the back of your mind, and it's good, and you know that it's good, but you can't quite grasp the atmosphere? Yeah, we've been there, alright.
That's why we decided to post a new set of prompts for each day of every month. We know that there are so many wonderful prompts creators here, on Tumblr, so we decided to follow in their footsteps.
This month we decided to focus on poetry and lines from the poems. You can base your work on the line provided, or on the poem or the atmosphere it creates.
If you choose to use any of the prompts, please, kindly tag us. We would LOVE to see the results!
From Faust ( @corxner ) —
[ COPING ] + Reversed : In the aftermath of some terrible and life-changing news, the sender busies their self with preparing some tea to give themselves something to do other than think about what's just happened.
The brilliant thing about the outcome of the whole situation was that now Hannibal always knew where to find Will Graham. He was safe, safer than one could possibly imagine, for the walls of the BSHCI were much more welcoming than the walls of Will's mind narrowing on him.
Of course, Jack Crawford refused to take the defeat. And, of course, it was mostly a private issue. When you are working to catch predators in the guise of human beings, you don't have the luxury of grieving even the loss of a friend. Jack believed he had lost Will, but, as the saying goes, nature abhors a vacuum. And the vacuum was filled.
It has been some time already since they started working with Faust, a young person who was not unlike Will at first reluctant to accept his help and who, not unlike Will again, was a thing in itself, Ding an sich.
"This will help to calm your nerves, Faust," Hannibal raised his hand pouring the tea, so that it would become rich in oxygen, a small trick to unlock the full potential of the drink. "I believe that is the thing we all need after the unfortunate encounter with all those bodies from the river."
Hannibal put the cup of tea in front of Faust and took a seat opposite him. There was almost a full minute of silence filled with the fragrant aroma of the tea... Hannibal broke the silence with a gentle:
"Talk to me, Faust. I am here to listen."
Thank you, my dearest Frederick.
Your kidney was divine. Nothing should go wasted.
With all the love that is left in me,
Hannibal.
This morning I watched the deer
with beautiful lips touching the tips
of the cranberries, setting their hooves down
in the dampness carelessly, isn’t it after all
the carpet of their house, their home, whose roof
is the sky?
Why, then, was I suddenly miserable?
Well, this is nothing much.
This is the heaviness of the body watching the swallows
gliding just under that roof.
This is the wish that the deer would not lift their heads
and leap away, leaving me there alone.
This is the wish to touch their faces, their brown wrists—
to sing some sparkling poem into
the folds of their ears,
then walk with them,
over the hills
and over the hills
and into the impossible trees.
by Mary Oliver
"FANCY A CUPPA'?" PROMPTS.
hi hello holy moly i've been gone a while but look!!! i bring you prompts! and these are MONTHS old according to my notes app! but basically i'm two weeks and four days away from returning to my home country, and my mother sent me some tea from home, and i just got thinking about the sheer power of a cup of tea, yk? anyway! here it is! and here are my conditions! DO NOT ADD OR CHANGE THIS LIST! and also feel free to add "REVERSE" if you want to switch the rolls, i suppose!
[ COLD ]: With a notable drop in temperatures, the sender makes some tea for themself and the receiver, if not for drinking then for the warmth and comfort of holding the mugs in their chilled hands.
[ SHOCK ]: Having found a most-definitely-in-shock receiver, the sender makes a big, strong, and immensely sweet cup of tea for them in order to restore them a little bit.
[ ANOTHER ]: While preparing a cup for themself, the sender makes a second cup for the receiver in a polite and low-effort gesture towards them.
[ FIX ]: The sender, realizing the receiver is genuinely upset about something, comforts them and makes some tea in the hopes of lifting their spirits some bit.
[ WEARY ]: After a mutually extensive day, the sender and receiver return home, and the sender prepares some tea as a soothing introduction to their bedtime routine.
[ BETTER? ]: The sender, at a loss for how to approach the receiver who has clearly endured a very difficult time, decides to make some tea in an effort to console them and possibly encourage them to talk about it.
[ GUEST ]: The sender welcomes the receiver into their home with open arms and two strong mugs of tea. (There may also be food of some kind, that's for you to decide!)
[ WHY NOT? ]: The sender prepares some tea for both themself and the receiver, not out of any great need or want, but because their default setting is making tea and frankly they can't see any harm in it either way.
[ DECAF ]: The sender subtly intervenes in the receiver's sleep schedule by bringing them a cup of tea rather than a cup of coffee in the hopes that they might get some sleep that night.
[ TRY ]: The sender just received a new kind of tea, and prepares some for themself and the receiver because who better to share the experience with than the receiver?
[ COPING ]: In the aftermath of some terrible and life-changing news, the sender busies their self with preparing some tea to give themselves something to do other than think about what's just happened.
[ INSTINCT ]: Something isn't quite right with the receiver, and the sender knows it. In order to get them to open up, the sender prepares some tea.
[ REFRESHMENT ]: Someone made cookies, and what is a cookie without a cup of tea? The receiver won't need to find out; the sender is already making a cup as we speak.
[ TEA ]: The receiver has just arrived with some particularly excellent and scandalous gossip; the sender, unwilling to let the receiver's voice dry out during the revelation, prepares some tea to go with it.
[ RELAX ]: After a particularly stressful day, the sender prepares some tea so that they can finally begin to relax and unwind in the evening.
[ OLIVE BRANCH ]: The receiver is angry with the sender; the cup of tea is just the sender's cautious attempts to heal the relationship.
Trust is essential.
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My love, the world's upside down My love, no solid ground My love, there are no more facts My love, reality's cracked
And then there's you There's always you You're all I need to keep believing
And then there's you There's always you The air that keeps my spirit breathing
And then there's you There's always you, there's always you There's always you, there's always you There's always you
My love, there are no more words My love, life's too absurd My love, I could not explain My love, why insanity reigns
And then there's you There's always you The light that leads me from the darkness
And then there's you There's always you Your grace and holiness are endless
And then there's you There's always you, there's always you There's always you, there's always you There's always you
And then there's you There's always you, there's always you There's always you, there's always you There's always you
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[ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare
"I would gladly let you drag me to hell."
'Do you believe dreams have any deeper meaning? '
"Say something I’m giving up on you."
All newcomers are very much welcome to send me a prompt, a meme, a starter, or anything of sort. I would gladly interact with you.
This could have been the best post-credits scene...
(I cried a couple of times while I was drawing this haha)
Folie à deux.
Why would you call it an amuse bouche and not a starter?
Amuse bouches are different from starters. To begin with, they are always complimentary and chosen by the chef. In other words, you can not choose your amuse bouche, it's not up to you to decide on it.
You eat starters or appetizers at the table. Amuse bouche is eaten before going to the table.
The size also matters. Amuse bouche is usually small, one-bite size that is full of flavour, interesting and unusual.
The word-to-word translation is "mouth amuser". I prefer my mouth to be amused, as well as the mouths of those I have the pleasure of treating. You start when you start. You get amused when your chef decides to amuse you.
