#.🍵 matcha thoughts

[matcha-flavored-cake]

I'll get Akihiko Sanada pregnant

[wolfytae-exe]

CICI EMERGENCY

Yeonjun in a skirt.

Yeonjun in a very SHORT skirt.

Help me I'm going feral-

oh fuck.. i wasn’t expecting this so soon.. fighting..demons.. thevoices- I NEED A YEONJUN SHORT SKIRT DRABBLE STAT LORD JUST WSIT UNTIL I WAKE UP TMR YALL WONT HEAR FROM ME UNTIL LATE CAUSE IM PLOTTING.

[miupow]

Liaaaaa!

Beomgyu thoughts pretty please 😊

hiii matcha honey <33 im soo sick n sleepy love, but i'll try to give you a quick beombi thought :3

i just think beomgyu is the king of dirty talk.. idk i know he talks so filthy when you're making him feel good heehe, esp when ur giving him head!! like boy never shuts up normally i know for a FACT that translates over to the bedroom heehe

and ofc this leads to thoughts ab gagging beomgyu to make him be quiet for the first time ever in his life... i need to sit down

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe 👉👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

.

over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

.

you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

.

you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

.

you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

.

this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

.

you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[chlorinecake]

ੈ♡ “do you actually hate me? so, enemies to lovers?”

🧩 N.RK 🐈‍⬛

pairing: flirtatious!stranger!riki x tsundere!fem!reader 🍵

synopsis: after calling the mysterious airport boy’s phone number, you’re left to make a decision that could quite possibly change everything between you two

cw: language, mentions of food, lots of teasing, crack, ft. riki’s big sister [Konon]

wc: 1.9k — part 1 ✈️ & part 2 💌 & part 4 🥟

You stared at the yellow sticky note in your hand, reading Riki’s letter for what felt like the hundredth time. By now, you had fully memorized his number, but you still glanced at it as you typed the series of digits onto your phone.

Boop, the dial tone sang eerily.

“Hello,” the cheerful speaker said from the other side of the phone.

“Hey, this is ____ from the airport. I just wanted to say thank you for returning my…item,” you chuckled.

“Uhh, I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.”

“Oh,” you almost frowned, “then who is this?”

“This is Café Royale on Olive Street. Wait, what did you say your name was again?”

“____.”

“Ok, cool! We were told to expect a call from you! You have a table for two reserved at 8:30am with Mr. Riki N.“

“I do? I mean, is he there now?” You asked, looking at the time that currently read 8:19am.

Ding.

“Yeah, he just came in,” the call cut out.

After getting dressed in casual apparel, you arrived at the café around 8:35am, spotting Riki and the female cashier chatting things up. He whipped his head at the sound of the door bell chiming, smiling at the sight of you.

“Wow,” he remarked, taking in your frame.

“Skipping straight to the corny stuff, I see,” you teased, sticking your hands in your pockets.

“No? I’m just surprised you actually showed up,” he said as the waitress made her way over.

You weren’t too sure why Riki wanted to meet with you so soon. Though, it surprised you how much thought he put into arranging everything.

“Hello again! Feel free to check out some of our options and see what you like before ordering,” she chirped, looking back and forth between you and him. “He’s my little brother, by the way, so don’t try anything fast unless you wanna be scalped,” she snapped, passing you a menu.

You didn’t really know how to respond to that, so you just stayed quiet, following Riki’s lead as he guided you to the reserved table by your hand.

His grip was protective yet gentle, you felt like you could hold his hand forev-

What am I saying, you thought to yourself.

He pulled out your chair before sitting beside you, propping his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers.

“That’s Konon, my older sister. She wasn’t trying to threaten you. Just think of it as a friendly warning,” he nodded as if accepting it himself.

“I understand,” you smiled, analyzing the menu. “You two look very alike. Do you have similar personalities, too?”

He giggled, “We have similar interests, but different character’s. She’s obviously the cold type when it comes to meeting new people. I’m more…”

“Flirty,” you answered, meeting his eyes.

“So I’ve been told,” he hummed.

The waitress came over to your table with a note and pen in hand, “Alrighty, kid’s. What can I get ya?”

“I’ll have a matcha boba smoothie,” you answered plainly, suddenly becoming shy in front of his sister.

“And for the gentleman?”

“I’d like a matcha latte, with a sharing platter of chocolate filled shortbread cookies…and maybe a few breakfast bagel bites… ooh! With fresh strawberries on the side, microwaved please.”

Konon didn’t bother writing down his order, tucking the notepad in her apron pocket. “Fantastic! I’ll be back with your order in just a few minutes,” she said sarcastically, side-eying Riki as she walked away.

A different waiter brought out your order, placing a wooden platter down on the table, along with a few napkins.

“Thank you,” you and Riki said in unison, bowing his head slightly.

You immediately took a sip of your boba, a few drops of the sugary green liquid dripped from the straw, seeping through your top.

How lovely.

“Uhhh,” you looked down at your chest, the imprint of your bra starting to show.

“Looks like you’ve got a hole in your lip,” he teased, moving a thumb to wipe the drink from your mouth and then tasting it himself. “Hmm, she never makes it that good for me,” he pouted, using a few napkins to wipe at your chest.

You could feel your face growing hotter as he continued to dab at the stain, your mind still stuck on the image of him tasting the tea from your mouth with his thumb.

What was this boy doing to your heart?

“Gosh, Riki, maybe if you stopped thinking about my melons, the universe would stop drawing attention to them!” You raised your voice at him accusingly, swatted his hand away from you. Luckily, Konon had her back turned and didn’t notice the commotion.

“I can’t believe you just called your boobs melons,” he judged. “Did you give each one it’s own name, too?”

“You’re a foreign breed, Riki,” you said, failing to get the green out of your shirt.

He sighed, “Here.” Looking up to face him, your eyes darted to the view of his abs that poked from underneath his shirt. “What’re you doing,” you asked, trying to mask how you were literally just checking him out.

He took off his hoodie, revealing the white tee he wore underneath. Running a hand through his bleached hair, he handed you the hoodie to cover your stained shirt.

“Riki, you don’t have to do that.”

“No, it’s alright,” he smiled, snaking your head through the hole.

You still had to get used to his strange personality, but you were growing more and more fond of it with every second that passed.

“What do you think?” He asked, sitting back down before flashing you a shit eating grin.

“What do I think of what?”

“The way I smell? I’m sure you took a whiff. Weirdo.”

Ouch. You never would’ve thought getting a taste of your own medicine would be so painful.

You paused in thought, “Well, it smells a little off, actually. Like reptilian eggs and ear wax, but I’ll get over it, I guess,” you teased back, eliciting a fit of laughter from him.

He was hysterical, hair tussling all over his head as his body followed the sounds he made. It’s not that Riki found your joke all that funny, but it was how small you looked in his hoodie that really tickled him. He let out a sigh, reattaining his composure.

“Can you pass me a few cookies?”

You nodded, handing him three.

“Excuse me? I’m a cookie short, ma’am.”

You scoffed. “What’re you talking about?”

“I asked for a few cookies? You only gave me three.”

“Yeah, because a few IS three.”

“Okay, everybody knows a few is four. A throuple is three”

“Throuple sounds so dumb. And for the record, a couple is two, a few is three, nobody knows what four is, and a handful is five, because you have five fingers.”

“I’m sure I could hold a lot more than five cookies in one hand, just saying.”

“That’s not the point, Riki!”

“Whatever, ____,” he shook his head, taking a bite of the crisp cookie. “Words aren’t a valid way to measure numbers anyway.”

“Change the subject or I’m leaving.”

He rolled his eyes, dipping one of his cookies into the warm green latte. “Have you ever experienced a ghost poop before?”

You choked on your boba. “A what?”

“A ghost poop. It’s when you feel the urge to poop but you don’t actually have to poop, so like, it’s just your butthole going through the motions of pooping but you’re not actually pooping? I know you know what I’m talking about.”

You shook your head in horror, offended that he brought up such a thing while you were eating. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What? You told me to change the subject!” He defended, picking up one of the mushy strawberries before savoring the tartness in his mouth, reaching to add a cookie to the mix.

You blinked at him. “I hate you.”

He moved the biscuit from his face, “Wait, like… actually?”

“Yes, actually.”

“No, I mean like deadass?”

“Actually, deadass, for real, no cap, whatever,” you exaggerated, picking with a loose thread of his hoodie.

He finally bit into the cookie, munching and nodding at your response. “Hmm. So, enemies to lovers?”

“I’d rather die.”

“Woah, that’s a pretty big step, ____, but if you’re ready for that kind of commitment, so am I.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a smile wavering over his features. “Can I call you ‘baby’?”

“I don’t think you should order caffeinated drinks anymore.”

“As a soon to be legal adult, I’m allowed to enjoy as much caffeine as I please.”

“So- wait, how are you qualified to work as a tsa agent if you’re a minor?” You asked curiously, trying one of the cookies yourself.

“Don’t you know my last name?”

You swallowed, “Obviously not.”

“Well, my father owns the airline organization you went to the other day. I’ve been working as an agent since I my sixteenth birthday, but before, he had me on window cleaning duty a few days a week. He says it’s his way of making me into a ‘good-for-something man.’ Working with him has its perks though.”

Riki Nishimura, you pieced together in your mind. A name that sounded so lovely on the tongue and so fresh in the mind. Why was he so dreamy?

“Does he pay you?”

“Pfft, no. He lets me travel once a month, instead.”

“No way. Where’ve you been?”

“Uhhh, the Philippines, Japan, of course, because I have relatives out there, Australia, Spain, South Korea, Brazil, Poland, Canada-”

“Paris?”

He paused for a moment. “No, actually. I was never really captivated by the place. Not until I met you, that is.”

What the? That was such a direct comment! Does he find you “captivating?”

He dug into his leather shoulder bag, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you.

“You’re really the old fashioned letter and notes type, huh?”

“Yes, and you love that about me,” he winked, “among others things, I’m sure.”

You scoffed, “Like what?”

“Well,” he began, leaning back in his chair with folded arms, showing off his toned muscles. “I’m mysterious.”

“Mysterious?”

“Mhm,” he nodded confidently, “And attractive.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I always say silly things that you find endearing.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Rik-”

“You’re in love with my name.”

You wanted to kick him for how flustered you suddenly felt.

He continued from your silence, “You say it all the time like you’re scared to forget it. Like I’m gonna walk away if you don’t keep calling me.”

You dusted a few crumbs from your hands over the table. “Would you?” you asked, meeting his piercing eyes.

“Would I what?”

“Walk away.”

He leaned forward, looking down at the empty mug before him.

“Maybe if you were to reject my offer,” he finished, gleaming at the sealed envelope that sat on your side of the table.

Biting a lip with anticipation, you tore an end of the white rectangle, revealing what was inside:

A plane ticket.

To Paris, France.

With Riki.

Tomorrow!

You shook your head in disbelief, meeting his desperate yet patient features.

“I… this is… Riki-”

“See? There you go saying my name again,” he set his hand over yours, “I’m right here, ____. All you have to do is say yes.”

You took a deep breath, trying to rationalize between your heart that screamed yes and your mind that howled no. It’s not like you didn’t trust him, but you still weren’t sure how you felt about him yet, and something like this could change everything between you two. From a cute stranger that gave you hell at the airport to potentially travelling the world with him.

What do you say?

ᴀ/ɴ 𓂋 I hope you all enjoyed reading this piece as much as I did writing it! ~ love always, @chlorinecake 🎂

☆ ☆ ☆ taglist: @microwvdstrawb3rri3s @yngwife @fanficfactoryfoxxx @ashgonedash @wzy3ka @j-wyoung @stinkoscope @cloudylino

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hi!!

I'm so excited for this event - I love seeing your writing, and this theme is so cute!!

For my request, may I suggest the combination of Jade with prompt 8 ("by the babbling brook"), and the emojis 🖌,🤝 and/or 🍵?

Best of luck (and have fun!) with your writing!!

*.ﾟ+ヽ(○^▽^○)ﾉﾞ +.ﾟ*

By the Babbling Brook; Jade Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, I allude to romance but you get to choose your ending ;)

Word Count; 700+

AN; The first of three Jade requests. I have no idea where all the Jade kissers came from, but I'm THRILLED to see it. Hope you enjoy your request! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

It was a pleasant day, both in the weather — being not too hot, with a gentle breeze and fluffy white clouds dotting the sky — and in today’s activities. It was picturesque. For you see, you spent the majority of your day painting plein air by a quaint brook. You don’t really know what compelled you to grab the easel, brushes, and most likely expired paint that was just collecting dust in some random closet in Ramshackle, but you didn’t regret it. It was nice, just sitting under the shade of an aging birch tree and painting the scene in front of you. Just you, the sounds of nature, the gentle warmth of the sun, and your paints and easel.

Well, it was just you for the majority of the day. Seems like someone else had a similar idea.

“Prefect,” a familiar voice called behind you, “this is quite a pleasant surprise. I was not expecting to see you here.”

Looking behind you, you saw none other than Jade Leech carrying a wicker basket partially filled with mushrooms and a thermos bag slung across his chest. “Jade? I could say the same about you.” You would have thought that he would spend his summer in the sea with his family, but the mer-eel was very much still on land. At least for today, judging from his rather decent fungi haul. 

Jade let out a soft chuckle and chose to ignore the rather large chaga growth on the birch tree in favour of enjoying your company. He could always get it later, your company was far greater worth to him than the fungus anyhow. “I enjoy stretching my legs every so often, plus it serves as an opportunity to explore new places and-”

“Was Floyd getting on your nerves,” you ask, closing the cap on the paint you were using.

A small smile graced his face, and his eyes glimmered. “Hmm, perhaps. Why are you here, Prefect? May I see what you’re painting?”

He leaned over your shoulder and inspected your work. He was so close that you could smell sea salt, the earthy smell of mushrooms, and the scent of matcha. He hummed to himself and stepped out of your personal bubble, giving you a nod. “A rather lovely piece.”

You blinked, “Thank you.” And then you remembered his question. “Wanted to get out, get some fresh air. It is a lovely day, after all, would be a shame to spend it cooped up inside… Would you like to walk for a bit?”

Jade raised a brow, “Fair enough. And where to?” He looked at you with curious eyes, waiting for your answer.

“Wherever we please,” you answer. Painting could wait for later. “We can see where the brook brings us.”

So the two of you walked together beside the brook, an easy quiet with each other. But it was comfortable, and you knew that he would share eventually, so you felt no need to push or fill the air with awkward attempts at small talk. Until you reached a steep hill in which the brook ran under, eroding the soil to form an underground system.

Jade offered you his hand, “Looks like it ends just on the other side.” He looked back at you expectantly, his hand still outreached.

You grabbed it, and Jade helped the both of you get up the steep embankment. Upon reaching the top you saw a small pond, full of water lilies and looking like it was plucked out of a Claude Monet painting. The very setting of a fairy tale.

“Wow,” you breathed out and looked back to Jade.

But Jade wasn’t looking at the quaint pond, he was giving you a soft look instead. “I take it you’re happy with how this trip unfolded.”

You were still holding hands, but neither of you made any move to separate them. Screw it, you don’t get this chance every day. Take your shot! And you brought Jade’s hand to your lips, placing a kiss to his knuckles. You had wanted to do that small, yet world-shifting, action for what felt like forever, and so, you took it. “Beyond happy.”

His eyes widened before he let out a soft breath of air, bringing your hand up and placing a kiss on your wrist. “That’s wonderful… you’re wonderful.”

“You’re wonderful too, Jade.”

[wolfytae-exe]

MOOT HER NOW.

Anyone want to be moots / friends with me 🙃

I want to interact with more people c: (no offense to everyone who has been interacting with me lately-)

[chaifootsteps]

I try my best to avoid looking at Hazbins fandom online for obvious reasons, but now I’m starting to see BOTH radically left and radically right watchers enjoying the show and absorbing the WORST morals out of it. Sure it’s just bad takes on their end but I really don’t enjoy seeing Hazbin grow as a cancerous lump beyond the reach of its own toxic fanbase.

It’s solidifying to alt right people that queer people belong in hell and that sex workers are to be pitied and looked down upon, and it’s encouraging the alt left to trivialize important social issues and witch hunt people online for pointing out reasons why aspects of the show are tone deaf. Maybe I’m looking too much into it but I haven’t seen another show or series produce this much net negativity in the digital sphere

Anyways having your blog here has been a great amount of comfort and support for me and many others so thank you for that,

if I have other wondering thoughts I’ll tag myself as matcha anon for the future 🍵🍵🍵

No worries, Matcha Anon. Thanks for assuring me, as all you guys do every day, that there's some sanity left in the world.

[chuluoyi]

i thought i was ready for the overcoming sadness of long live the empress, but here i am touching and rolling on grass to tend my heart

-🍵

aww matcha nonnieee🥹 thank you for sticking until the end!😋 i’m happy you love it🩵

[matcha-flavored-cake]

ngl I got burned out.

therapy is nice, I'm glad I gave it a try. I feel better now

Sorry for the wait, I'll go on my own pace from now on.

[aprikotea]

Today is 抹茶の日 Matcha Day in Japan

I took this as an occasion to finally start something my thoughts have swirling around for a while: more account dedicated for my love for tea and everything tea ceremony.

So if you use Instagram or Bluesky feel free to follow aprikotea there as well.

To celebrate, here follow some facts about Matcha Day.

What is Matcha Day?

The day was founded in 1992 by Nishio city in Aichi prefecture. It has no traditional value in the tea ceremony but rather a commercial background. Some matcha companies use it as occasion to promote new products.

Why on February 6th?

During the warmer month the water for tea ceremony is boiled in a portable stove called 風炉 (furo). If you take the reading apart "fu" can also mean two and "ro" can mean six. Since dates are usually written in MM/DD format in Japan, February 6th was decided to be Matcha day.

How do I celebrate the day?

The day has no traditional value and I have no celebration rituals or the like. Today I had some Matcha granola for breakfast and did a tea ceremony practiced later during the day. Maybe just take it as (just another) occasion to drink a matcha 🍵

Fun Fact: You may have heard about Matcha Day on May 2nd - especially in the USA. I’m am not sure about its origin or the meaning of the date as I read a lot of different stories about it. But this version did not originate in Japan since May 2nd is 緑茶の日Green Tea Day in Japan. Maybe someone just mistranslated or misunderstood it.

[bob-mirum]

Hey Bob, this isn't a resquest or an ask but a message for you that remember to take a break or a nap, drink coffee or tea (which ever you pefer), go outside around a park or somewhere and most importantly, spent time with your loved ones. I'm sure you know this already, but I want to remind you that even though I (and probably some of the people who followed your blog) was pretty bumped up that you don't take request (temporary I hope) now, I wanted to remind you that we cared about your mental, emotional and physical health just as much as we loved your Pizza Tower au. 💖😊💖

Now here, have some delicious matcha milk tea boba, it's helps calm your stresses down: 🥛🍵🧋

Or if you don't like tea, you can have this tasty coffee milkshake instead: ☕🧋

Also, I wonder if the Pizza Tower gang (mafia or not) like those drinks, and also please noted that you absulutely do NOT need to draw them drinking it and tell their thoughts if you don't want to, you can simply just tell me which drink do each characters perfer, there's no forcing you.

(Please excuse me if my English is bad)

Thank you for your concern, I was closing requests due to some serious problems in my life + I needed time to think about some details on AU, but now everything is fine (I hope) xd As for the drinks, hmm… I think the first one would have liked Noisette the most, and the second one for Peppino xd They both really like sweets

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari!! i hope august has been treating you well 🥺 it’s been a while since i last dropped by, but i thought i’d pop in to ask how you are 🥺💗 and to of course, ask a curious sel question 🤓

going off the whole ‘beauty marks are spots where your soulmate liked to kiss on past lives’ saying, where do you hc gojo’s beauty marks to be?

(and i have a bonus question too!! something writing related because i’m curious—who comes easiest to write for you? why?)

sending you all my love and fresh flowers for the month 💗🌷

sel !!!!! my sel !!!!!!!! :’) forgive me for this late reply but i hope august treated you sooo well my love <333 and that september treats you even better !!!!!!!!

curious sel question ….. how do you always come up with the cutest ones ………… 🥹🥹 wahhhhhhh . i think most of gojo’s beauty marks would be around his neck !!! and jaw ……. i love love neck kisses not necessarily because they’re sultry or intimate but because i am…. short 💀 it’s just . easiest for me to reach </3 and we both love hugs. so. every time i nuzzle into his neck i give it a little kiss for good measure <33 maybe his collarbone + shoulders too…

hhhhhhh when it comes to the bonus question though…….. 😵‍💫 hmmmmmmm. i feel like i find it easy to write for both satoru and suguru !!!! because my interpretations of them are so steadfast in my mind + i’ve gotten used to writing them at this point…. maybe suguru is a little easier though? not sure why… he just feels like home somehow :’3

sending you every last drop of my love + a million flowers in a big bouquet!!!!! 🪻🪷🌺🌷💐🌻🌼🌸 and ofc your government mandated matcha 🍵 <3

[claud-e-monet]

Here have some matcha tea before bed 🍵

Merci, mon anon... *smiles softly, carefully taking tea* I appreciate the thoughtful gesture. *sets on nightstand* I will drink this when we start our new audiobook tonight, oui?

[sailermoon]

Hellooo Mariana, I was given some matcha powder and I thought of you! I’m a bit clueless and intimidated about how to prepare it, can I ask what resources u learned from (if any) or any tips u might have? 👀🍵💚

eeeeeeeeeeep so excited for u welcome to the matcha club 🥳

my first advice is to get a matcha whisk and stand if ur able to! they’re not to pricey I think I got mine for 10 dollars. but I’ve seen ppl online say u can also use a fork or regular whisk

I heat up my water to 80° C no more no less! and I usually do a little less than a cup of filtered water

I do a little more than half a teaspoon of matcha powder but i would experiment with measurements cause the first time I used way too much and it actually made me sick from nausea oops

I put my matcha powder in a large glass measuring cup (the tall sides help when I’m mixing cause it can get messy plus I like that it has a spout so I can pour it into a mug) and break up the clumps with my whisk just stirring it around before I put in the water

when I add the water I don’t actually put it all at once. I’ll do a little bit like I would say maybe ? 1/4 cup? it helps when I’m frothing it to not have so much water at once. u wanna mix it in a “M” shape back and forth and it’ll start getting really bubbly and then little by little I keep adding more of the water. I like mixing it for awhile just cause it’s fun to see all the bubbles LOL

after I’ll put in a little bit of agave and whisk it also and then in my mug I put around 1/4 cup of oatmilk and then I’ll pour the matcha into the mug :D and that’s it! 🍵 :D

[morporkian-cryptid]

Elliott's big adventure in Japan, day 2 - short(ish) version because I am drunk and tired 🍶✨️

👺Went to the kabuki theatre!!!!!! We saw two plays, a humorous one and a traditional epic dance one, with a super nice guide (thank you Kazui-san! and thanks again for the recommendation Shin!) The theater was so pretty! We even bought a bento box to eat during intermission! (if you've followed me for a while, you know how much I like kabuki, and I was really looking forward to this!)

🍵Drank proper matcha with a wagashi pastry!! In a very beautiful posh teahouse next to a rooftop Japanese garden. It was raining, it was so so pretty. The tea was slightly bitter and very tasty.

👘Went to the theatre wearing yukatas; a nice staff lady at the theatre fixed our obi belt knots and she was impressed when we said we made the knots ourselves XD

⛩️Went to a very nice shintô shrine and received my first omamori charm! (for shrine and temple items, it is polite to say "receive" rather than "purchase"or "buy")

🎏Also first gachapon!! It's the kabuki theatre's little cat mascot, that has the colors of the traditional kabuki curtain (red black and green)

🗼Tokyo Tower!! You know, the Japanese knockoff Eiffel tower. I ate some tokayaki at a nearby food stall and burned my tongue like every time I eat takoyaki.

🏯Another Buddhist temple, we entered from the back so I thought it was small but NOOOOOO it was fucking GIGANTIC and had ROWS upon ROWS of Jiso statues (Buddhist deity dedicated to protecting young children, they are super cute and have little red aprons and winter hats and wind mills)

👹Went to another Buddhist temple for Bon Odori! It is a celebration for the dead. Lots and lots of people were wearing yukatas and dancing in a circle around a stage with fun music, and tons of tiny food stalls (I bought a whole-ass fish on a skewer), and I ordered food by myself !!! (and I was so happy I completed the transaction in pseudo-Japanese that I fucking forgot to take the food. Watashi wa baka desu). And I complimented a lady on her cute kimono and hairdye all by myself! ("Excuse me... Kimono pretty! Sorry I don't speak Japanese. -points at hair- pretty! Thank you very much! Goodbye!" -runs away-)

🤗We sat at a table and Aime struck up a conversation with some locals and they even bought us a drink, and Aime was so so nice and translated things to French so I could follow the conversation and chime in too. Japanese people are super nice when they find tourists that speak Japanese ❤️

Aime-chan daisuki!!! Nihon daisuki!!!! ❤️ 🤗