#Drift Tea

[kinokoshoujoart]

ok so i need everyone to know that the reason for the messed up line break is because his WAHAHAHA soundbite is coded to play just as he finishes the first sentence. he laughs at his godawful pun so hard he actually breaks the formatting

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

days where i have nothing to do: ohhhh im so sleepy im so so tired no one is more eepy than me

nights where i have to wake up at a set time: I Have Never Been More Awake In My Life

[binah-beloved]

you sitting on a couch and reading a book and Binah coming over to sit beside you- or so you think. instead she sits and tugs you onto her lap, carefully pushing your head down onto her shoulder so you can read together.

is this a ploy to make you fall asleep in her arms? maybe, but she'll never say it out loud.

[aces-to-apples]

Xenk Yendar doesn't traffic in colloquialisms because he's so old he doesn't know any anymore

[soumarhea]

Hecate: Now, what are the three stages of life?

Freddie: Birth.

Grace: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?

Persephone: Death.

[tiredaalienn]

Why is nobody considering them ;-;

They are extremely cute

[ghostlychief]

I hope everyone is taking care of themselves on this Monday 🖤🫶🏻

read a good book, go on a walk, drink a cozy cup of tea. Whatever it may be, take a moment to do one kind thing for yourself today (you deserve it)

[autobot2001]

You Have Me Worried

Author: Autobot2001 Genre" Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: emotional breakdown Pairing: None Description: Crosshairs worries about Drift keeping emotions bottled up. Day 27; @fluffyfebruary: protect @fluffbruary: table | blush | laundry

Cogman, a butler for humans, takes care of things for humans but has limits. He’ll bring a basket of clean clothes to everyone’s bedroom, but they must put their own clothes away. Cogman puts the large basket of Crosshairs, Drift, and Jamie’s clothes on the floor in their room.

As Jamie hangs out with the terror twins and Lily, Crosshairs and Drift handle the laundry. Crosshairs can tell Drift’s good mood is diminishing. Crosshairs sees the evidence of Drift’s mood diminishing as Drift sorts the clothes to be put away. Knowing Drift hates it when he keeps his feelings to himself, Crosshairs grows concerned. “Something is troubling you.” “It’s nothing.” This response adds to Crosshairs’ concern. He doesn’t want to anger Drift, but he can’t Ignore this. “It’s clearly something,” Crosshairs takes Drift’s hand, “especially when you don’t like when I hide how I’m feeling.” “I realize what’s the point in talking? Repeating the same conversation, only protecting Jamie and unable to help her. I hate it!” Crosshairs didn’t think Drift would throw the basket with clothes onto the floor, tears rolling down his face. How long has he been thinking about this? Crosshairs worries. This seems built up, but he appeared to be doing fine the past few weeks. Crosshairs hugs Drift as the two sit on the bed. He doesn’t know what to say but knows this is not good. Cogman overheard what Drift said and got Vivian.

A few minutes of talking to Drift helps him, but the three friends know the complexity of the situation, causing his mental struggle. With Jamie still with friends, Vivian has Drift stay in the bedroom. She tells Crosshairs tea will help Drift and goes to the kitchen with him.

“No,” Crosshairs says before Vivian can say anything, “it’s bad enough. Drift struggles to meditate. Now he wants to keep quiet.” “I think he’s having an emotional breakdown. I don’t want to make him talk to Rung, but we know the consequences if this doesn’t pass.” “Give him a few days. I hope Jamie will stay occupied with our friends and give Drift time alone.” Crosshairs makes tea as he’s supposed to.

Drift lies on the bed, as Vivian told him. He watches Crosshairs walk into the room carrying a cup. He puts the cup on the table beside the bed. “You are staying here for the afternoon. I’ll finish putting the clothes away.” “No, I —.” “Have me worried,” Crosshairs takes Drift’s hand, “I know Jamie’s mental health has been scrap, and it’s impossible not to worry about her, but this is not good for any of us. Even if our conversations are the same, with no ideas on how to help Jamie. I’m not sure if talking to Rung will help,” Crosshairs sighs, hating he doesn’t know what else to say. He takes care of the clothes, hoping Drift will relax.

Once he’s done, Crosshairs sees that Drift has fallen asleep. He smiles and lies on the bed next to Drift. Deciding to take a nap.

[darcyfirth]

based on vibes alone which one should i get?

[gennsoup]

This night is full of music. Even the tea is singing.

Keri Hulme, A Drift in Dream

[megaturtlechelle]

I started this dumb little comic about my animal crossing villager and their bff’s Keaton and Vesta having the Tea-ification conversation tumblr meme thing. I started this in early 2022 and forgot to finish it until literally last night. Hope y’all enjoy! ☕️

[heartjeans]

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[neige-leblanche]

this is rlly all there is to my personality

[gilligould]

always sunny pod and chill?

[mayorofcattown]

Anyway play heart of the woods its very good, highly recommend if you like small town gay supernatural romance.

I’ll admit I honestly wasn’t sure how much I vibed with it at first, the first half focuses pretty heavily on interpersonal drama so I assumed the supernatural elements would be on the lighter side and wasn’t initally hooked, but OH BOY was I wrong, this game does not pull any punches once the supernatural stuff starts actually going down and it is Fantastic. also morgan is my daughter and best girl

[izzy-b-hands]

I know everyone on here only knew her via my occasional posts about work (back when I worked at the clinic in ND), but I wanted to post a small something about Pam, in honour of her passing today.

Pam had been at the clinic longer than any of us. And she was truly one of those employees that helped keep things running. She knew each doctor (but the MDs in particular, always the pickier and more needy than the ODs) like the back of her hand, in both scheduling requirements and overall likes and hates and needs. At first, she scared the ever-loving fuck out of me. She could be gruff, and occasionally outright mean, though I will always be grateful to her for the kindness she showed me compared to other trainees. Some of that may have come at first because she knew/worked alongside my mum for a few years prior to my being hired, but in time I found out that she simply did like me. Appreciated that I wanted to work hard and be better at everything in my life. Understood that life hadn't necessarily been kind or fair to me or my family and understood that well, because it hadn't been to her either.

Occasionally she'd be gone from work due to her Crohn's, and other chronic issues, and that was only what she'd tell you about. The implication was that, while she overall was quite happy with how things had ended up, there had been a lot of rough shit in between that had toughened Pam up a lot. It made her seem impossible to get to know to some, but I can say it was worth the work. Underneath the shell she'd had to grow to get through, there was a very kind, understanding woman who genuinely wanted the best for those she saw as doing their best in a world that's not easy for anyone to live in, even in the best of times and circumstances.

I admit, we did all encourage less than ideal parts of each other. She smoke too much and drank too much (and during the time in my life when I drank, we overdid it on her favourite long island iced teas more than once during happy hour after work.) But it helped to deal with things as work at the clinic got harder and things changed, unfortunately for the worse both for staff and patients (but I digress on that. The place is still running with Pam and I and many others gone, like any other privately owned rural clinic. When they're one of the few places open for care, they always straggle on no matter what they do to anyone else.) None of the above mentioned changed how fucking hard she worked though, and how she'd put her own job on the line to help out coworkers and patients alike whenever the chance arose.

That said, we helped get each other through the rougher days, and she gave me fantastic life advice in the times in between. Advice that finally helped get me out of ND, in fact, when it became clear that living there was no longer safe. Some of her best bits that I've engraved into my head are: 'there's always another job out there, another place to live, another person to meet that might be a friend to you. Don't let despair override your chance at something better, kinder, or easier. Take the treats that you can in life, whether that's a good drink or a favourite food or outing (she enjoyed the casino herself.) Don't worry too much about overindulging, because the time here is too fucking short anyway for it to matter in the way you think it will. Live your life, and feel it all in full, because it'll go by you faster than you expect.'

So tonight, with Housemate, I'm going to try and take her advice. I'm going to let myself be sad and miss her. I'll let myself be sad that it happened the way it did (barely a few days in hospice, from a cancer that it seems she didn't know about until very near the end. I only hope they had good meds to help her not hurt so much and that they let her have a few drinks and cigarettes if she wanted them.) We'll eat a good dinner, with food and drink that we like, and we'll look to see what we can send for flowers to her funeral (her sisters and nephews, I'm told, are doing their best to set it all up, but aside from that and past coworkers, I don't know if there's much of anyone else left to go to it or send anything. The least I can do to thank her for treating me with kindness and care when others didn't is to send flowers, I think.)

And I'll have a little, non-alcoholic, toast to her life and memory. May her memory be a blessing, and may whatever there is after this life be kind to Pam. She deserves that and more.