#—☕️milk tea

[starb0n3]

TEEN IN A TIM BURTON MOVIE DIET 🦴🌫️

(inspired by @honeysugarfree)

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You wake up with one thing on your mind: going out for a walk in the woods. But you can’t. You’re a teenager who has school, and your parents would kill you if you skipped school.

It’s too early to eat anything. Pass the time playing with your cat or simply reading by the window as the sun rises.

School is so boring when all you’re craving is a nice cup of warm soup or hot chocolate prepared by your mum. Whatever, you’ll suffer in silence and snack on whatever fruits you threw into your bag this morning.✧˖°.☾

For lunch, you’ll have leftovers from yesterday. roasted/baked/boiled veggies accompanied by rice or wheat. you don’t eat it all; it’s cold, and not that nice at all… Maybe your parents packed you a sandwich instead? make sure you don’t eat the crusts, though. they’re the worst part.

If you’re lucky, you might’ve even added one of your bakes as dessert (low cal pastry/cookie), or a small yoghurt. if you didn’t, don’t fret. your parent didn’t forget to include a fruit or veggie for health.

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Back home at last — not before you went on a small walk, though. your parents were worried about where you’d gone off too again, and you’re greeted by a warm broth/soup, or some more baked veggies.

you don’t finish your plate unless your walk was very tiring. you’re too eager to finish that book you started!

Once in a while, you might be allowed a piece of cake or some hot chocolate. not everyday, though. that would be bad for your teeth!

End the day with a cup of tea, reading under a warm blanket with a piece of your favourite chocolate or sweet. 🍂☕️🐈‍⬛

MEAL IDEAS I LOVE:

Chickpeas in tomato sauce with rice

Whole bread sandwich without the crust: tomato, cheese and cucumber (ham if you want, i’m vegetarian c:)

Ratatouille or Shakshuka with wheat/bulgur

Apple sauce cookies (i can share a good recipe if you want)

Pasta/zucchini gratin

Lasagna (spinach or veggies with tomato sauce - or mince, once again, i’m vegetarian)

potatoes (sweet is even better) with broccoli

Mushrooms with bread

Tomato salad (vinegar, herbs, olive oil)

Lentil/corn cakes with cream cheese

Pumpkin pie

Vegetable broth (or chicken) with vegetable dices

Potato soup

Tomato orzo soup

Mashed potatoes with lentils

Lentil soup

Beetroot (it’s so good even on it own)

REMEMBER!

You always prefer ‘halloween’ themed pastries — involving apples, pumpkin, carrots…

Eating isn’t a bother, you’re just a slow eater. don’t hesitate to share your love for sweets, while keeping consummation low.

You get tired of veggies so much! never finish a meal you don’t like.

Your favourite candy is liquorice, and most halloween themed ones like acorn or hard candy

Keep the chocolate low. it’s too heavy and nauseating!

If you must, have a piece of nutella/peanut butter and jelly toast, oats, or milk with fruits in the morning. i promise it’s much better than those ‘healthy’ alternatives (makes you satisfies and low calorie if you only have one)

No crisps — they’re too oily and dirty your books. Pop corn is so much better (and lower in cols) — caramel or pumpkin spice is a staple!

Cinnamon on apples… the best treat!

If you ever eat out with family, eat only a third of the meal and get the rest to pack. it’s so good you want to make it last!!

Bake and cook as much as you can! This will make your parents understand what you like, and not push to make you eat those gross overly fat foods.

Try to stay under 1,000 kcals, but don’t count calories obsessively. keep portions small and always leave a third of your plate.

Have fun!

(i’ll make a moodboard with meals etc, i hope you enjoy!)

[thatonesubwaypenguin]

Ingo bought a Pumpkaboo Spice latte and a Taro Milk Bubble Tea for Chandelure during his coffee break! ☕️🧋

Chandelure enjoyed the drink, but, she looked like a bowl of punch afterwards! 😅

[pixelcafe-network]

Sweetest Rye, thank you so much for writing this thoughtful gift for @purpleqilinwrites and thank you for being part of this amazing community! Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you two 🎄

*ੈ‧₊༺ "SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE A DREAM,"

⤷ submission for @pixelcafe-network 's Secret Santa event !

— vice-captain hoshina seems to frequent the infirmary lately... perhaps it has something to do with the division's beloved medic.

characters: hoshina soshiro (kn8) x medic!reader contents: fluff, some injuries and blood, one(1) suggestive line but it’s for the plot, smooching, kind of getting together, slight spoilers for b side manga, inaccurate manga timeline wc ~ 1.8k

a/n: @purpleqilinwrites happy holidays from me, your secret santa ! 🎄 not christmas-themed but i hope you can still enjoy this humble gift i’ve prepared for you (see the end of this for more messages) <3

Remembering and differentiating people’s faces is usually something that comes naturally to people.

Be it your distant, distant relative, or a newly appointed work colleague, or even a fellow customer at a cafe you love. It’s easy enough to memorise each and every one of them, given that you’ve seen them a few times consecutively, of course.

Then again, it comes with the job to have a good memory anyway. Lots of scientific and biological names to be remembered, health conditions and symptoms to be identified, patients you constantly need to keep your eyes on. You have them all etched inside your mind.

There’s also that other circumstance, where forgetting someone’s face is as easy as brushing away a speck of dust from your clothes. People come, and people go. Not everyone that you’ve come across will stay in your life, and not every one of them will become a significant part of it either.

There is one thing, however, that you have stumbled upon, not knowing that it will become both of those things. Or rather, one person.

The first time you saw him was at the hospital right after the kaiju emergence at Ome city back when you were still a measly apprentice to a senior medic from the Third Division. Tasked to do one of his checkups, you’d overheard his conversation with your captain right before she left the ward.

His reaction baffled you, to say the least. Who in the world would reject a position offered by the Captain Ashiro Mina herself? After a thorough yet uneventful inspection on his condition, he was deemed to be discharged from the hospital a few days after, and along with that his presence from your mind.

Or so you thought.

The second time you saw him was a bit more coincidental. Months after that, when you were freshly appointed as one of the Third Division’s operational medics, you had accidentally crossed paths with him on the way to Captain Ashiro’s office, unaware that you were in the face of your soon-to-be Vice-Captain.

You didn’t know how, or why, but for some astronomical reason you’d remembered who he was. There were lots of people you’d bumped into in the past, people you’d medically treated, and people with even worse haircut (in your defense, that was only a mere observation on your part); you had no trouble putting them to the rear end of your mind as you knew they were nothing more than encounters by chance.

Aside from the fact that he’d rejected your captain’s offer, you’d wondered if there was something else about him from that first time that had rewired the very foundation of your brain chemistry to make you remember him as clearly and easily as memorizing the back of your own hand, even when you’d only seen him once before in your entire lifetime.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoshina Soshiro thought the same thing about you.

What is it about you, Hoshina had once mused. What made you so… unforgettable? Your presence had been lingering in the back of his mind from the moment you first laid your hand on him. After you’d left his ward months ago, the image of you has been foggy and indistinctive, almost haunting for him to deal with. And now that he had you in front of his eyes again, he was more than determined to know more about you.

The two of you hit it off then. One friendly conversation turned two, turned weekly, turned daily. Lingering touches, longing gazes, secret smiles, flirty quips. And the most unambiguous of all; the time spent together in the medic bay at any hour of the day.

It’s becoming a routine at this point for the Third Division members to see their second-in-command walking through the doorway of the infirmary with an injury or the other, some of them severe and some were barely considered a prick. The officers have suspected something, of course. But none of them are bold enough (yet) to confront nor pull the topic out in the open.

And so do you and Hoshina himself.

Though you’re totally aware it’s only a matter of time before one of you finally breaches the blurring line between platonic and romantic. Ironically enough, Hoshina with all his foxy eyed glory, seems to be the one to (not so) blindly step over the said line, all too keen on wiping it off like a silly drawing on a sandy shore.

“Hey there. Ya seem happy to see me,”

You grit your teeth at the cheery greeting, irritation piling over the concern and worry, overstacked by the fear wrecking through your body. Taking a deep breath to gather yourself, you step to the side to let the officers carry the battered body of the Vice-Captain to sit on a nearby bed. Soon enough, they walk themselves out with a respective nod to their superiors, leaving you in the still silence of the infirmary.

In your peripheral, Captain Ashiro stands beside the door with her arms crossed, a calculated look stuck on her youthful face before she straightens up, calling out to your name. “I’m leaving them in your care. I’ll be back in a few though,” Confused, you’re about to ask about what she meant when a mass of white fur enters your vision.

Bakko is staying here for a while then, you realize just as the Captain, too, makes her exit to the door. You let the feline kaiju make himself at home in the infirmary as you return to the task at hand; treating Hoshina.

Your next course of action proceeds swiftly and methodically; assembling the medical supplies and equipment, assessing the injuries, disinfecting the wounds and dressing them accordingly. All the while trying not to squirm under his obnoxious gaze.

“You were never this quiet before,” Hoshina breaks the silence, grimacing slightly as you’re currently treating one of his more severe wounds, one that requires stitching.

Your forehead creases slightly, “What do you want me to say?” You question, both in exasperation and incredulity. The swordsman lifts his good shoulder in a little shrug. “I dunno. Anythin’,”

“You’re stupid,”

Hoshina’s lips twitch slightly, “Mhm,”

“And reckless,”

A small smile tugs on his face next, “Yeah?” Slowly, and breathily.

“And - and… you weren’t being careful enough,” Your bloody hand shakes, the scissors you’re holding barely cutting away the remaining thread after you’d successfully managed to stitch his wound up. “Okonogi already said it was a daikaiju and you still insisted on fighting it alone. Who the hell does that?” You seethe.

One of his hands moves to hold yours, halting you just as you'd turned back from putting your equipment away. “You mad at me, sweetheart?” His nonchalant drawl causes you to snap. “I thought you were going to die, Soshiro. Of course I was mad!”

Suddenly there’s a quiet growl rumbling from the corner of the room, and the both of you immediately go silent. You look to the side to see Bakko with his mouth pulled into a menacing snarl, eyeing the other slumbering patients as if to remind you that you’re not the only ones in the room.

You huff, slightly embarrassed at being chastised in your own work space. By a kaiju, of all things.

Hoshina gruffly snickers before glancing at the feline, “He’s not Captain Ashiro’s companion for nothin’, huh? Think he can help around in the infirmary?” He jests.

You chuckle weakly, nodding a little at his injuries. “What, do you want him to lick it all better?”

It was supposed to be a joke, a casual inquiry made to lighten the mood, but Hoshina seems to think otherwise. With his bleary eyes, he murmurs, “I want you to lick it all better,”

Your breath stutters, the heart in your chest skipping a beat or two. Or maybe three? You can’t really seem to figure it out when all you know is that the blood pumping in your veins feels like you’re running a goddamn marathon around the division base.

Your body heats up at the way Hoshina’s gaze remains focused on you, those irises seeping with such intensity and passion, finely rich like wine and sangria. There’s a pull so magnetic, the minimal space where you’re starting to share breaths with him is charged with the tension between the two of you.

Your eyes drift down to his mouth for one quick second. A mere glance, shy and timid. And the next thing you know, you and Hoshina become a clashing of lips, wandering hands and blissful sighs.

Like a collision between two worlds; the connection feels intensely mind-blowing, like a surge of adrenaline that has you forgetting about everything else aside from feeling him, tasting him, consuming him. Your fingertips tingle from where you’re cradling his face in your hands, and electric zaps up your spine from where his hands are gripping you by your hips.

Your lips slide against his in a feverish dance, his tongue diving in to explore each and every crevice of your mouth. Another pleased sigh escapes from you when he nips at your bottom lip, soothing the skin with a gentle suck right after. Hoshina hums against your mouth, pulling you to stand even closer between his legs but a pained groan from him then makes you draw back, the desire to continue ravishing each other now replaced with a budding sense of concern.

“You’re pulling on the stitches,” you mutter, fingers lightly prodding at his medically patched skin. Hoshina shakes his head slightly and drops it to rest on your shoulder as he grunts under his breath, “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”

You falter, a furious blush creeping up to your cheeks at his statement. ‘Why didn’t you do it sooner, then?’ You’d wanted to ask but just as he raises his head, you catch sight of the bloody handprints on both of his cheeks. You gasp in surprise, “Soshiro, you’re—”

You reach up to hold his face, though when you see your own hands stained with the blood from his wounds, a small laugh of realisation comes out of you. Hoshina snorts a little when he deduces the same thing, the room now filled with your combined giggles.

“All the more reason to stay here longer and get myself cleaned up, hm?” He smirks and leans back with his arms perched on the bed. You gnaw at the bottom of your lip, staring not-so-subtly at his slacked figure.

More work for you to do… not like you’re complaining anyway because he does not have any business looking so sinfully good with all those muscles and bare skin all roughed up and bloodied like that.

You inwardly shake your head to disperse the thought. Throwing him an eye roll, you scold him for moving around too much in case his injuries get worse, and that he should know better than to stay out of commission for longer than necessary considering his importance in the division.

Deep down, though, you’re glad that Hoshina Soshiro is there with you in more ways than one, holding your hand as you trudge through this new relationship blossoming between you two.

He stays, and he is significant. Forever will be in your lovesick little heart.

taglist open!

bakko is just there like 👁️👄👁️

💌 ; kaija my dear i’m so happy that i get to know you through the cafe network <3 really enjoyed all the convos we’ve had in the kn8 channel and i appreciate u sm !! you’re so sweet and so delightful to talk to and i thought that you are just the perfect person to be soshiro’s favorite doctor / nurse ^^ you seem like the type who'd be good at taking care of people, especially your loved ones. bet he goes to the infirmary a lot just to see u hehe (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) anyway, i hope 2024 has been nice to you. i wish you all the good things in the world, and that 2025 will be a better and sweeter year for you, love 💜

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[batri-jopa]

"Currently"

Since I've already been tagged by both @figuringthengsout and @notasapleasure I should finally do something about it🫡

favorite color: recently it's yellow💛💛💛 Juicy mango type of yellow the most. Often combined with black and white because I enjoy looking like an oriole:

last song: Tina Turner - GoldenEye

last movie: Mask (1994) (and maaan how I never suspected I would look at Stanley Ipkiss as a relateable character when I grow older...😅)

currently reading: Romans na receptę - another one of few books by Monika Szwaja that my mum borrowed in our local library. I like her style and it breaks my heart that she died being only 65🥺 There's always so much hope and friendliness and support in the world that she's depicting. And, fascinating enough, there's usually AroAllo woman representation somewhere and depicted in the positive way! Of course it is not called "aromantic" by a polish writer born in 1949, more likely for the main male character to call that "AroAllo" woman character a "robot" who "uses him as as a sex toy"🤭 - BUT nevertheless even the male protagonist really likes her, appreciates her skills as loyal assistant, treats her as good friend to confess his problems to and genuinely wishes her all the luck!👍 In other books you can expect other queers occasionally too (like a teenage son who turns out to have a boyfriend), but it's always in sympathetic and realistic yet bringing-back-faith-in-humanity kind of way��

currently watching: umm... nothing actually (I feel like a weirdo😑 Like maybe I should start watching sth finally just so I could fill in the meme next time around? I do have a lot of series on my "to watch list")

currently craving: MANAGE TO GET SHIT DONE!💪 seriously I need either only 2 working days a week instead of 3 or... better time organisation😩 (so what that I have 4 "free" days a week now when there are emails to answer and books to read, and my pictures to make into album, and family members to visit, and all the new pictures' ideas to draw, and new tumblr posts to create, and those fic-WIPs waiting for so long already, and... I wonder if scheduling everything in precize days and hours would help me to feel more organised somehow?🤔 or only feel more remourse for not being able to follow the schedule?😑)

tea or coffee: Oh, so glad you asked! Tea please, black, strong, no sugar, no milk. Lemon appreciated but not necessarily. Thank you!🫖☕️

Tagging: @zorilleerrant , @chrisoels , @swordoftheseeker , @kaiaprax , @imaginatorofthings , @parttimereptile , @corey-m13 - some of you won't play probably so I'm just saying a friendly "hi"👋

[shirecorn]

trick or treat *takes a fancy sip of some fancy tea ☕️*

You get! Bo Variant: Amazon Milk Frog

[pixelcafe-network]

Lovely Ryu, thank you so much for this adorable gift for @ariiadnes and thank you for being part of this amazing community! Merry Christmas and happy holidays to both of you 🎄

— ☆ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: alhaitham wants to cheer you up by giving you a cake but, much to his dismay, he discovers he’s not very good at baking

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: alhaitham x gn!reader, modern au, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, comfort, baking, you call him baby, he might be a lil ooc 1.2k wc. | masterlist

a/n: important!! this piece is for the @pixelcafe-network’s secret santa exchange and it is my gift to @ariiadnes <3 surprise little elf, i am your santa >:) hehe that was me on anon. i welcome anybody to enjoy it but i’m just prefacing that i wrote this with my little elf in mind so this is personalised and will include some details specific to our kay ^_^ thank you to the pixel cafe for organising something so sweet <3 happy holidays!

p.s there is an extra surprise at the end 🤭

The sudden clang of the rolling pin meeting the floor made Alhaitham pause mid-motion. He regarded the rogue tool with a glare as though it had a personal vendetta against him. If baking was a dance of trial and error, it appeared Alhaitham was hopelessly out of step.

This shouldn’t be so difficult, he thought, bending down to retrieve it with a sigh.

What had started as a bold plan to cheer you up was devolving into a textbook case of kitchen disaster. His countertops bore signs of his struggle: a battlefield of flour, sticky smears of frosting, and a timer that had long since been silenced, marking the hours he had spent here. A slightly concerning scent wafted from the oven, where a deflated Snoopy cake mocked his attempts, its ears drooping in defeat.

All his brilliance yet his intellect failed him in the kitchen. The art of baking required nuances he hadn’t yet mastered—the understanding of texture, temperature, and timing. These were variables that no theorem or formula could solve. He glanced at the instructional video on his phone, the cheerful baker’s voice grating against his fraying patience.

‘Step one: don’t overfill the pan,’ he recited in his head, lips thinning as he stared at the mess in the oven. “A bit late for that.”

His phone buzzed, pulling him from his brooding. It was a message from you:

“Done for the day! Heading home soon. Love you <3.”

Alhaitham paused, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. He could easily picture the exhaustion in your face as you typed the message. You’d been weathering the storm of clinical rotations, coursework, and sleepless nights to reach the summit of your master’s program. He’d witness you lose sleep over exams, spend weekends buried in textbooks, and wake before dawn to attend hospital shifts.

He’d also notice the fatigue in your voice, how you napped more often to catch up on rest, and the stress you tried to hide when things got overwhelming.

Even in your exhaustion, you still managed to grace him with a smile. There was something admirable about how your heart endured, how you found space for joy despite the weight you carried. He knew he couldn’t ease your responsibilities, but he could remind you that you weren't facing it all alone.

His gaze shifted to the Snoopy figurine he’d bought for inspiration, perched on the counter like a silent overseer of this culinary misadventure. No turning back now.

Alhaitham began to roll up his sleeves and pick up the piping bag.

For you, he was willing to stumble through every misstep.

Drawing Snoopy’s outline with frosting proved no easier than taming the batter. Alhaitham leaned in close, expression sharpening, and the tip of his tongue peeked out in concentration (a face no one but you might ever see from him). As he worked, his mind whispered doubts, yet his hands persisted.

Steadfast, if imperfect.

———

By the time you stepped through the front door, the scent of burnt sugar lingered in the air. The apartment, to your surprise, looked untouched—eerily pristine, even. Nothing seemed to have moved ever since you left the house this morning. 

No hint of chaos. Yet.

“Haitham~?” you called out, kicking off your shoes. “What’s that smell? Did you… light a candle or something?”

“In the kitchen,” came his reply, his voice betraying none of his current predicament.

You rounded the corner, and the first thing you noticed upon entering was the stillness. Alhaitham stood near the counter, as composed as always, except for the flour dusting his hair and a smear of frosting on his cheek.

The second thing you noticed was the cake. Or what you assumed was meant to be a cake. Snoopy, your beloved Snoopy, lay immortalised in wobbly frosting on an uneven base. His ears drooped, and his face was just crooked enough to be endearing.

“Haitham?” you asked, placing your bag down carefully. “What… What happened here? Did Snoopy get caught in a blizzard?”

Alhaitham’s neutral expression didn’t falter, though his ears turned a light shade of pink. “It’s a cake,” he deadpanned. “Not a sculpture. Artistic liberties were necessary.”

That was all it took. You doubled over, laughter spilling from your lips like a bubbling brook. “You made this? For me?”

“Yes,” he said simply, the word softened by his sincerity. “You’ve been overworking yourself. I thought you might enjoy this.”

Your laughter melted into something warmer, and you stepped closer with a glow in your chest, inspecting the cake with a fond smile. “I didn’t know you could bake.”

“I can’t,” he admitted flatly. “And I don’t plan to pursue it further. The kitchen may never recover.”

"But you look so handsome covered in frosting." You reached up, gently touching the mess on his cheek. “You’ve got a little something here.”

Not wasting another second, you pressed a kiss to the smudge, tasting a bit of sugar on your tongue. His breath caught, just barely, and you pulled back with a grin.

“There,” you said playfully. “All cleaned up.”

His lips parted slightly as if to retort, but you didn’t give him the chance. You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing circles of flour on his skin. “Did my baby work hard on this cake?”

Alhaitham blinked, caught entirely off-guard by your tone. “I wouldn’t use the term hard,” he huffed slightly, a crack in his usual demeanor under your doting affection. 

“Oh, but you did,” you teased, brushing your nose against his. “Worked so hard, just for me. My thoughtful, talented boyfriend.”

He sighed, a long exhale that felt more like surrender than irritation. “If you keep that up, you might convince me it was worth the mess.”

You beamed, leaning up to kiss him properly this time, imprinting your gratitude on his lips. “I already know it was. You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

His ears darkened further, and he turned his attention to the counter as if it had become the most fascinating object in the room. “The cake might taste otherwise.”

“Stop being modest,” you said, grabbing the knife. “Come on. Let’s taste your masterpiece.”

His hand covered yours before you could cut into it. “Be gentle with it. It’s barely holding together.”

You chuckled, nudging him. “Sounds a bit like me during finals actually.” Alhaitham was clearly amused by your comparison, lips quirking as you looked at him.

When you cut into the cake, the sound of the knife meeting its layers fills the space. You served a piece, taking a bite before offering your verdict. “Hmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, watching his expression tighten.

“Well?” he asked, the question almost reluctant.

You grinned and reached for his hand, squeezing it. “It’s perfect. Just like you.”

He raised his brow at the sentiment but you caught the way his grip mirrored your squeezing. “I think your standards are too forgiving,” he replied.

“Not at all,” you said earnestly, setting your fork down and stepping closer. “It means everything to me, Alhaitham. Thank you.”

For once, words faltered and fell away, replaced by the gentle press of his forehead against yours. At that moment, the world seemed to pause, and the chaos of frosting, cake, and his flour-coated hands faded into nothingness. In their place was something simpler, something truer—his love for you that spoke volumes without a single syllable.

bonus gift: some silly visuals 🫶

a/n: i was a little nervous about this because kay, you already write so beautifully. i truly hope this was to your liking 🥺💖 congrats again on completing your masters program. i hope your certification exam goes/went well 💖

© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform.

divider: @/adornedwithlight

[bycmykae]

🍵☕️Caffeine Rush: A Coffee and Tea x Color speed run zine

Concept: Contributors will about 2 weeks to complete a mini piece that relates to the theme of coffee/tea, features one of the colors from our palette and incorporates one of our secret prompts.

Content Restrictions and Requirements

Prompts: 🤫 Our secret prompts will be revealed in the Discord server once the project begins to add to the challenge. We will have 4 prompts that your work should relate to. Our prompts are open to interpretation.

Rating: SFW, PG

Original Zine: Caffeine rush is an original zine. OCs are not necessary as work just has to feature coffee or tea and people are not a requirement.

Zine Specs: Free Digital Artists: 1748 x 757 px Writers: No Min or Max but you only have 2 weeks FAQ listed after the “Keep Reading”.

🍵 Schedule

Interest Check: September 01 - 14

Contributor Sign Ups: September 17 - 30

Finals Due: October 19

☕️ Moderators

@cmykae - graphics, design, social, org

@thelocalmuffin - all things writing, org

🍵 What is a zine? New to zines? Check out https://zinebaby.carrd.co/ for some general information. For this project, a zine is a digital PDF that will be released for free.

☕️ Who can participate? Anyone who applies during the application period. No previous experience. No portfolio needed.

🍵  What type of mediums are allowed? 

Anything that can be put into a PDF, which means no music or animation. (Although contributors are encouraged to turn their pieces into animations if they choose to outside of this project).

Physical mediums like painting, clay, or embroidery is allowed as long as the contributor is able to crop and prepare files to zine guidelines. Please apply as an artist.

Chefs, baristas, and bakers are allowed to participate to create recipes using coffee/tea flavors, write about coffee blends, etc. Please apply as a writer.

Although short stories (fics) are most popular in zines; poetry or article styled writing is also welcomed.

☕️ Contributor Expectations:

Adhere to the guidelines

Discord attendance: mandatory.

Final deadline: non-negotiable.

🍵 Cover Artist Due to the nature of this zine (a speed run), we will not have cover artist applications.

☕️ Using our Color Palette: The main highlight of your work should be the one of the five colors provided. Artists: You only have to use ONE of our colors. It does NOT have to be monochromatic. You are NOT required to use all our colors. Writers: How you interpret and incorporate the color into your piece is up to you. 🍵 Is romance allowed? Coffee dates are okay! Please remember this zine is rated SFW, so nothing scandalous is allowed.

☕️ Can I draw digital merch? Although not a popular choice, artists are allowed to make digital merch. From social media assets to printable pages. If you are interested in making digital art, please apply as an artist. 🍵 Is it only Coffee and Tea? Anything made from coffee and tea is allowed as well. Fruit tea, Milk tea, Affogato, Iced Coffee, Tea Cookies, etc, etc.

☕️ Is fanart allowed? Yes, fanart will be allowed in this project. — - — - — - — 

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[avocado-writing]

notes: I did a lot of research for this and yes, the manuscript I reference is a real thing. I didn’t put its name in though because that felt a step too far 😂 set in the light, the dark, and the spaces in between after ch3 so hope that’s ok! requests like this give me life.

relationship: aziraphale x immortal!reader x crowley

rated: G, pure fluff

word count: 1.4K

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You’re the one who makes the tea. 

That’s because you’re the only one who changes how you have it: sometimes you fancy a chai, or a green tea, or a lapsang souchong. Sometimes with sugar or a little bit of milk, sometimes with neither, sometimes with an oat alternative. It changes. You’re human, you go through phases. 

But Aziraphale and Crowley? Nah, they’re creatures of habit. Despite the angel’s wide and experimental palate he’s oddly rigorous when it comes to his cuppa. For him, it’s loads of milk and four sugars, drowned to the point where it could hardly be called tea any more. Crowley likes his black and strong and nowhere near anything that could affect the taste. You wring the teabag tortuously into his mug with a teaspoon before grabbing all three servings and heading into the shop. 

You put yours down first, on the side next to the book you’re currently reading, then hand your husbands theirs. They both take them from you in the same way, the way they have done for centuries now, a domestic ritual: accepting the mug you offer and then your hand, pressing a little kiss of thanks and affection to the back of it. 

A heartfelt  intimacy just between the three of you. 

☕️ 

“Hurry Crowley, it’s starting!”

“Yes, yes, alright angel, hang on.”

“We won’t hang on and we’re not pausing it. Not a threat, just a fact,” you call into the kitchen. A couple of seconds later, Crowley emerges from the kitchen with three wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. 

“I’ll be mother, then,” he mutters as the other two of you barely take your eyes off of the telly. You’ve got your legs slung over Aziraphale’s lap and he only takes a break from stroking your knee in absentminded, loving circles to take the proffered glasses from his husband, one for himself and one for you. Crowley plonks down the other side of Aziraphale and throws his own legs over him too, the two of you playing footsie for space across his plush thighs. Eventually the three of you find a comfortable pile and settle in. 

“Another ten weeks of torture begins,” Crowley says as the Bake-off theme ends and the show starts. You nudge him with your toe. 

“You don’t have to watch it with us,” you tell him. He harrumphs but doesn’t argue because, really, of course he’ll watch it with the two of you. It makes you both happy. 

🍞 

Your work is as a consultant for museums around the country, which is a fun way of saying you get paid a lot because you know a lot. But mostly, you only know a lot because you’ve been around for a very long time. So whenever a shard of pottery or a scrap of clothing needs dating they call you to come and put its history into context. 

Also, for the bigger museums, it’s a chance for you to smuggle out the stolen artefacts and return them to their country of origin. You consider it a hobby, a bonus perk of the job. 

You’ve set up this exhibition. It’s for pottery around the end of the Roman rule in Britain, stuff you’ve found and identified around the country on archaeological digs. You lead Crowley and Aziraphale through, discussing your findings in detail, before you come to a small, surprisingly intact, terra sigillata oil lamp. It sits on its own, spot lit. You asked for it that way. 

“See this? I made this. Over a thousand years ago,” you tell them, quietly, gently putting your hand to the glass of the display case. Aziraphale and Crowley take a careful look at the engraving on the object. It bears the profile of a man, and with the sharp cheekbones and little glasses there’s only one person it could be. 

“Oh, Nightingale. It’s lovely,” Crowley says, surprisingly touched. He wraps an arm around you and buries his face into your hair. 

“You could say I’ve held a flame for you for a long time,” you say, and grin. Crowley groans. 

“Did you put my face on a lamp just to keep that pun up your sleeve?”

“Maybe.”

🔥 

You next return to the museum when you pick up that Aziraphale is jealous. He isn’t jealous often but he’s pants at hiding it, and it’s not hard to guess why: he’s just seen that Crowley stuck with you for such a long time you put his face on a piece of bloody pottery. You’d probably be a bit put out too. 

So for a couple of weeks you throw yourself into your work to find the thing that will make it even. And you do, even though it takes a lot of overseas bargaining and promises to do some pro-bono work. 

You finally get the museum in America to agree to send it over for a showing. You arrange a special exhibition specifically for this, where it’s held behind a huge glass case in a dark room with only a small light on it. 

But you get special access because, well, you’re you. So you sneak Aziraphale and Crowley in one night and walk into the display room, wearing a face mask and a pair of protective gloves. 

There it sits: the Canterbury Tales. One of the oldest versions in the world. 

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Aziraphale gasps, peeping over your shoulder to inspect. “I can feel the adoration coming off of it in waves. This was a labour of love, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I’d let you have it for the shop if I had the power. But I think they’d notice if I shoved this one down my top,” you sigh, scanning the pages for what you’re after, then stop dead when you find it. 

“Here. Look.”

You point to one of the illustrations, a mounted rider on a beautiful white horse. Aziraphale takes in a quiet breath and draws closer. Because just as plainly as you put Crowley on your oil lamp, you drew your angel in the Canterbury Tales. Curly hair, pink face, beaming smile. 

“Oh my,” he whispers. You stroke the little picture and remember toiling away over painting it, repeatedly wiping your brow to make sure your sweat didn’t smudge your work. 

“I put you in all the copies I could get my hands on. And you,” you turn to Crowley, “your face is probably buried on my pottery in a dozen dig sites across the UK. I’m just saying I’ve loved the two of you since the day we met; always have, always will.”

Your husbands look at each other and then at you, before as one they step forward to embrace you. 

“And we’re lucky to have you,” Crowley whispers in your ear, as Aziraphale kisses your cheek. Their hands meet at your back and they interlace their fingers with each other, you wrap your arms around them and stay like that for a moment; three working parts of a whole. 

They kiss, and then they kiss you. You feel warm and rosy. Then you spend the evening reading through the book from beginning to end. 

📖 

You keep your wedding ring on a chain around your neck at work. Not because you’re embarrassed that you're married; far from it - it’s far too precious to risk losing while constantly taking protective gloves on and off all day. So you don’t blame your colleague for asking you on a date. He’s young, fresh out of uni, and of course has no idea you’re old enough to be his grandparent forty times over. 

“That’s very kind,” you tell him, and his face falls because he knows where this is going, “but I’m already happily married.”

He sighs in embarrassment but manages to recover quickly, instead telling you: “they must be someone special to have you.”

He’s doing the polite thing by not assuming the gender of your spouse but it turns out “they” is right on the money. On cue, Aziraphale and Crowley walk through the door to pick you up at the end of your shift. You wish your colleague goodbye and go to meet them. 

“Evening, darling,” Crowley calls. 

“How was work, my love?” Aziraphale follows up. 

“Oh, fine. I’m tired now. And hungry. Can we go and get dinner?”

You link an arm through either of theirs, heading out into the London afternoon. 

“Ooh yes, that is a good idea. I quite fancy fish and chips!”

“Let’s go to that spot round the corner. They make their own tartar sauce. Crowley, are you getting your own chips or nicking mine when I’m not looking?”

“The best tasting chips are the ones you steal.”

“Oh, he doesn’t even deny it—!”

Your colleague watches you leave the building, a little dazed, and supposes it takes all sorts to make a world. 

Taglist: @angiestopit @dazed-soul @idontmeanto @smile-eywa @staygoldsquatchling02 @underratedboogeyman @specter-soltare @candlewitch-cryptic @cool-ontherun-world @emilynissangtr @willbedecided @cool-iguana @bdffkierenwalker

[artbybai]

“…What in Otherworld have you done, mortal?”

Had such a girlfailure moment recently that I accidentally curdled my milk tea by adding lemon juice to it 💔 Felt Zamasu cringe at me from another universe and had to sketch this LOL

😭☕️🫖😦

[lizpaige]

I imagine that Ronan puts SO much cream and sugar in his coffee. Adam and Gansey just watch in horror like. That's just melted coffee ice cream at this point.

BAHAHAH this is canon. ronan is probably a frappuccino kinda guy. takes a little coffee with his milk and sugar ☕️

i think adam’s a gross energy drink person and gansey tries to be a tea guy after all his time abroad (and his relationship with 300 fox way) but he doesnt like it.

thank you for sharinggggg

[sapphicapocrypha]

Masterlist

Farah Dowling

Mommy!Farah 🥰 — Series

1 | Farah’s Girl (E)

Reader is working late and Farah doesn’t like it.

Tags: Mommy Kink, Vaginal Fingering, praise kink

2 | Little Fairy (M)

Bedtime with Farah.

Tags: Breastfeeding, Mommy Kink, praise kink

3 | Princess (E)

The waiting game.

Tags: Breastfeeding, Mommy Kink, Rough Sex

4 | Brave (E)

Farah makes her girl take the strap for the first time.

Tags: mommy kink, strap on, praise kink

She's An Actress 📸 (E)

Your older actress girlfriend takes you to buy a dress to the premiere of her most recent project—your first public appearance as a couple. When you see her half-naked on the big screen though, you have to steal her away.

Tags: edging, semi-public, possessiveness, cunnilingus, sugar mommy, age difference, choking, vaginal fingering

Tea & Cream ☕️ (E)

After the Burned Ones have been defeated, Rosalind wants the school back and spikes Farah’s tea with lust potion to prevent her from attending the gala.

Farah x Reader; Farah x Saul; Farah x Rosalind (referenced)

Tags: Past Abuse, Lust Potion/Spell, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Threesome - F/F/M, Porn with minimal Plot, Office Sex, Breeding, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Magic Cock

Rhaenys x Corlys

Dragonbone 🐉 (E)

When Corlys returns home after a long voyage, he finds his wife cross with him. Mayhaps the gift he brought will change her mind.

Tags: pegging

Silver Hair, White Milk (E)

After the birth of baby Laenor, Rhaenys needs her maid’s help.

Tags: praise kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink/breastfeeding, threesome (Ch. 2 only)

Gorge & Rest (E)

Rhaenys returns from patrolling the Gullet and declares she must "gorge and rest". Only Corlys knows what she means by that.

tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting, An@l S€x, An@l F!ngering, Blow Jobs, Girl Pen!s, alpha!rhaenys, omega!corlys, corlenys, References to Mpreg

Zelda Spellman x Lilith

Forbidden Fruit 🍎 - Series (E)

Zelda and Lilith want to have a baby—which is why Zelda takes a fertility potion that has unforeseen side effects. It turns her into a bitch in heat and Lilith struggles to find new ways to please her.

1 | Left Alone - masturbation, DVP

2 | Iron Fist - fisting, squirting

3 | 1 witch, 20 demon - gangbang, DP, overstimulation

4| Hot Waters - water sex, fluff

5 | Dream Cream - consensual somnophilia

6 | walk me like a dog - pet kink

7 | Greendale’s Pride & Glory - glory hole

8 | Guardian Demon - G!P

9 | Fertile Crone - fuck machine, DP, TP, squirting, forced orgasm

10 | Insemination - G!P, womb fucking, cum inflation, cervix penetration

11 | Glowing - pregnancy kink, G!P, fisting

12 | plump - pussy pump, strap on

13 | Sleeping Beauty and the Beast - pregnancy kink, consensual somnophilia

14 | Baby-Mama - mommy kink

15 | so sore - breastfeeding, mommy kink

[pixelcafe-network]

Dearest Venus, thank you so much for this sweet gift for @luvzayne and thank you for being part of this amazing community! Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you two 🎄

MISTLETOE MAGIC

zayne x fem. reader

wc: 1.3k words

warnings: none! just fluff

synopsis: after a holiday party at your home, zayne has a trick up his sleeve to get more affection from you

a/n: this fic is part of the @pixelcafe-network secret santa exchange! @luvzayne i’m your secret santa!!! i hope you enjoy this piece and happy holidays!!

The party went off without a hitch, thankfully. All of Zayne’s colleagues along with your coworkers and friends were able to come by and celebrate the upcoming holiday with you both. Even though you two weren’t by each other the whole time, Zayne made it a point to always come over to you to kiss your forehead or press a kiss to your temple just so you knew that you were on his mind. At one point he even slipped a napkin into your hand with a sloppily written note of “I love you, you look beautiful today” with a little drawn heart at the bottom.

After a couple of hours, the guests started to leave your shared home and finally the last person left. You close the door and Zayne leans in, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The way his hair and breath tickle your skin makes a light giggle leave your lips and makes you squirm. “Stop moving.” He mumbles against your skin and tightens his grip around you. “I wasn’t able to do this for the past three hours, I need to make up for lost time.” He mumbles again and as much as you want to indulge in his touch, you really do but your home is a mess and there’s food that needs to be put in containers before it goes bad. You chew on your bottom lip and adjust in his grip again, making him groan.

“Come on, stop moving sugar.” He mumbles in an almost whiny tone and a smile grows on your face as you figure out what could get him to pull away. “We need to put the food away and clean up a little, do you really want to leave all those cookies and cakes out to spoil?” Even though he loves you, his love for sweets comes to a close second, he slowly lifts his head from your neck and loosens his arms from around your waist. “Okay, for now I’ll let you go but once we’re done I want to go on the couch, put on some movies and cuddle while we eat some of the cookies Tara brought.” Without even giving you a second to agree to his deal, he moves to the living room to clean up the stray cups and plates. You watch as he goes to clean for a moment before you go to another room in the house to also clean up.

You’re in the middle of sweeping when he calls for you, you set the broom against the wall and make your way to him. You meet him in the middle of the hallway and smile as you look at him, “is everything okay?” He nods and offers you a small smile, “yeah, I just wanted to check in and see how it's going for you.” It’s easy for him to keep a stable tone of voice, easily hiding his true motives behind calling you out. “I was just in the middle of sweeping up some crumbs, I’ll be done with that soon before I move to the bathroom.” He nods then his head moves upwards, you follow his movements and see the green plant with a little red bow hanging above the both of you, before looking at him. His smile grows as he leans in and cups your face, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss before pulling back. “Okay, go back to sweeping, I have to vacuum the living room.” Heat spreads along your cheeks as you watch him walk away, even after being with him for all this time, he still can get you flustered.

The second time he calls for you is when you’re cleaning up the upstairs bathroom, for some reason he is in your shared bedroom and just before you enter the room he meets you at the door frame. A fake apologetic smile graces his face as he looks at you, “I’m sorry, I thought I left the dustpan in here but then I remembered it was downstairs in the supply closet.” You nod and turn to go back to the bathroom but his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back to him. He cups your face again and presses his lips to yours in another soft kiss. He pulls back and watches how your eyebrows furrow, silently questioning him before he grips your chin and tilts your head up so you can look at another mistletoe hanging up on the door frame. “Finish up, I’m going to pack the food up now.” He leans in to peck your lips again before he pulls away and goes to the stairs to go to the dining room.

As you finish up the upstairs bathroom, all you could think about is his past two actions. He knows where everything in the house is and if he wants to check on you, he just knows to go to whatever room you’re in to just go and ask. You shrug it off as you finish up then go downstairs to see if there’s any dishes that need to be washed. There you find most of the food still out and you see your boyfriend a little hunched over near a batch of cookies. You slowly move close to him then wrap your arms around his waist, he quickly turns his head to you, cookie crumbs are at the corners of his mouth and he swallows his bite. “I couldn’t help myself, these are my favorites.” You lift a hand to wipe the stray crumbs from his mouth and laugh, “everything that’s sweet is your favorite, why don’t we switch chores? I’ll put this stuff away and handle everything in the kitchen and you can go put some of the extra decorations away. Okay?” He nods and leans in to kiss your forehead, “just don’t put the cookies away, we’re going to eat those later.” You laugh and nod as he walks away and you start putting everything away, except for the cookies per his request.

Just as you put the last tray of food in the fridge, Zayne enters the kitchen with his hands behind his back. You look at him and lean against the kitchen counter, “do you have some cookies in your hands?” He laughs and shakes his head, “you’re funny, but no. I have something better.” He leans in and moves his hands from behind his back and lifts one of his hands above your heads. You glance up to see the mistletoe and smile before leaning in to kiss him, mimicking all of his earlier actions by cupping his face. This time though, you keep your lips against his for a longer time and pull back slightly. “I see you must have caught on to my little plan for more affection?” He asks and you nod, “I realized it when I was washing the dishes, you know, if you just wanted to kiss me. You could just do it without all the deliberate planning.” He sets the mistletoe down and kisses you again before pressing his forehead against yours, “what kind of man would I be if I didn’t adhere to holiday traditions? Kissing under the mistletoe is a staple for celebrating Christmas with your lover and I was denied having you all to myself for three whole hours, I had to do something.”

You smile and caress his cheek with your thumb, “I love you, Zayne. Thank you for finding many ways to make my heart skip a beat and for still giving me butterflies.” He smiles and leans into your touch, “I’m only doing what I can to make you feel the same way you make me feel every second of the day. Now, since we’re done cleaning, let's dig into those cookies and cuddle while Christmas movies play.”

[paninicupcakke]

Tf2 headcanon: what the Red mercs drink for breakfast ☕️

Soldier - black coffee

Heavy - tea

Medic - water & coffee with creamer

Scout - orange juice

Demoman - spiked black coffee

Sniper - black coffee

Spy - water & iced coffee (depends on the day but this man will drink iced latte’s & frappe’s with whip cream all day and call it a meal)

Pyro - apple juice

Engineer - coffee with creamer

🫖

Blu Team!

Soldier - coffee with creamer & water

Heavy - coffee & water

Medic - chai tea latte & water

Scout - milk & water

Demoman - screwdriver cocktail & water

Sniper - tea & water

Spy - chai tea latte & water

Pyro - orange juice & water

Engineer - black coffee & water

Blu medic really said “you bitches will be well hydrated or else”

[jtl07]

Acting au was great 😍 Okay, here is a new prompt: Hot chocolate ☕️🍫

so i had to get a routine vaccine earlier today so my body’s not very happy rn but this prompt made me feel not so bad? idk maybe it’s just in my head lol. what i’m trying to say is: thank you anon, this was a lovely prompt <3 

In most things, Ava isn’t really picky. For most things, she simply hasn’t had enough experience to be picky, so she welcomes first times, first tries, first everythings with equal parts excitement and trepidation and nervousness and joy and grief because yes, she gets to try it now, finally; now, in this life. 

The one thing Ava is picky about, however, is hot chocolate. There’s in fact a process but it’s one that Beatrice has yet to fully master because unlike her process for making tea - which Ava insists she follows perfectly, even using the food scale and timer that Beatrice insists only be used for tea - there’s a certain feel to things that Beatrice never quite gets right. But Ava doesn’t fault her for it; loves her for it, even - more. 

Beatrice tries though, because she always tries, and always gives her best: She fills two mugs with milk like Ava says her mother did after they’d spent a day in the snow and dumps the contents into a pot, stirs in a scoop each of the two kinds of hot chocolate mix Ava had come home with the first time it’d snowed. Lets it warm, lets the warmth seep into her bones, standing at the stove of a home she didn’t know she could have, that sometimes she can hardly believe she has, now. 

But inevitably Ava will nudge her aside, toss in some kind of spice, throw in more chocolate or more milk or both, will stir and taste and add and hum until finally she proclaims it done. Beatrice will have hers as is but Ava will dig through the fridge for the can of whipped cream and - after spraying a bit into her own giggling mouth - will top her mug as high as it is deep. It’s followed often with more chocolate or a candy cane or a seasonal caramel syrup they’d found at that week’s farmer’s market, before taking a bite like one would a sandwich or cotton candy. It always leaves Ava with a sticky face and sticky fingers, both of which she’ll try to “share” with Beatrice by chasing her around the living room. 

They’ll end as they usually do, bellies full, chests warm, arms around each other, murmuring love with their mouths, with their hands, with their hearts.

i've got a couple prompts to go through but feel free to keep the shenanigans coming!

[wombywoo]

🍝🍰🍦🍛🍸☕️ food asks for your boys!

thank youuuu 😋

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

Quinn likes mashed potatoes and peanut butter; not (necessarily) together. Considering he almost exclusively ate soft food after his throat surgery, it's a miracle he even likes them still...but he's a man of simple tastes

Vincent used to enjoy a good roast beef back in his human days. It's still something he can indulge in every once in a while (extra rare ofc, worth the tummy ache) He's also fond of a Jamaican rice his mother used to make 🥺

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

Quinn doesn't often have a sweet tooth, but he'll snack on jaffa cakes every now and then.

Vincent was a fan of more decadent trifles in his youth, especially ones with fresh raspberries and peaches. Now, he likes cherry (blood) cordials

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

Quinn--pistachio

Vincent--black raspberry

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner?

Quinn--something standard, take-out or a frozen meal; meat and some vegetables, usually. He's not fussy, but his meals usually need to be prepared for him, or else he's likely to forget to eat 😩

Vincent just has his nightly serving of blood :'D He has half in the morning, and half for 'dinner', but he'll sometimes switch them up (some of the bags are human/animal blood mix, which are unequivocally worse tasting, so if he wants to treat himself, he'll savor the full human blood one)

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

Quinn likes a G&T; he'll prefer gin in any kind of mixed drink, and doesn't usually go for hard brown stuff like whiskey. Beer works too, he's not too picky

Vincent enjoys his reds, especially now that certain wineries have started crafting blood specialty blends~ He can mix some creative cocktails every now and then, but he feels wine is always the most elegant complement to blood

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Both are tea boys 🇬🇧💥 Quinn likes his with a splash of milk, no sugar, and a lemon slice. Vincent also used to enjoy tea, and now he sort of emulates it with his blood, but it ain't quite the same :'D