#I hate rooibos tea?

[padawansuggest]

The hill I want to die on: shig is technically a tea in the same way as rooibos (one example; which isn’t a tea bush, but a pea plant) which means that actually Mandalore has tea and they probably have a million blends they mix or make themselves and Obi-Wan should NOT be suffering to find ‘tea’ by another name within the company of Mandalorians.

Now, I know someone who v much hates rooibos so like. Yeah. Maybe he’ll hate it. But. It’s not a tea desert 🤷‍♀️

[elvensorceress]

the history of cinnamon sorrow

chapter 3 & 4 now posted

Eddie follows her into the kitchen and she motions for him to sit at the table. “Would you like some tea? I was going to have a cup of English breakfast. It’s nice in the morning.”

He sits but it’s weird. This is weird. She’s hosting like he’s a stranger she barely knows. Maybe he is a stranger she barely knows.

“Do you have flower tea?” Eddie asks before he remembers that was Adriana’s name for it. And his mother knows that. She might take it as a return jab. And then they’ll get nowhere and Eddie really does want to talk and connect and at least attempt to smooth everything over and fix it.

He really needs to fix this. He needs them to be on the same side.

“Chamomile. I mean chamomile tea,” he corrects quickly but doesn’t know if it’s quick enough. “If you have it.”

“No, I don’t keep that one.” She looks into her tea cupboard instead of at him, but it feels pointed.

It would be pointed. His mother loves tea. She has a whole cupboard of different flavors. Everything from the standard green, black, various herbals, to fancier mixes with oolong, rooibos, chai spices, both in sachets and looseleaf. If she doesn’t keep something as simple as chamomile… why wouldn’t it be because it was Adriana’s favorite?

“Peppermint?” Eddie suggests instead. “Earl grey? Vanilla almond? Green with pomegranate? Or green with lemon?” Those used to be some of the ones he liked.

She makes him a cup of earl grey now and sits with him at the kitchen table.

“Thank you,” Eddie tells her and what else does he say? Where do they start? Why does throwing himself out a window sound more fun than having tea with his mother? They used to do this all the time. Most every night, she drinks a cup before bed. A lot of the time, he’d sit with her. Does she hate him now? Is she just disappointed in him? Again? Has he ever not been a disappointment? “How have you been, Mom?”

“Good,” she says simply. “Busy. You know how it is when you have a child to take care of.”

Eddie swallows and everything slows, drags. Yeah. He does know. In more than a few ways.

“Must be so nice having a break,” she smiles and sips her tea though she makes a pinched lip face like it burns.

“Not really,” Eddie says honestly. He’d rather be Chris’ father any day than have no Chris ever. But in the spirit of being diplomatic, he shrugs and adds, “I don’t mind it. Being a dad. I love being a dad.”

“It is very different from being a mother. Mothers have so much more to handle.”

Maybe in a two parent, mother-father household. Maybe not though? Eddie wouldn’t know if it is true. It probably is. But for a single father? Doesn’t he have to be responsible for everything? Doesn’t he have to take care of everything a mother would? Or is that sexist and him being an inconsiderate asshole?

What would he know. “You’re right,” he says because it will appease her if nothing else. “I tried though. Everything I could. But I’m not a mother.”

“I know you did, sweetie,” she says and it curls into his chest like growing vines and he can’t tell if they’re venomous or not. “You did all you could.”

Why does it sound like such a failure anyway. Because he did fail. He failed and she had to take over for the sake of his son.

“Now that you’re here, we should discuss Christopher staying with us for the foreseeable future. It’s wonderful you finally decided to come home. You should have years ago. It would have been so much better for Christoper. He should be able to have a mother’s care. I’m really the only mother he’s ever known.”

Eddie rankles at the words, hair prickling, skin crawling. But knew she’d say it. She knows how he feels. She knows it’s a button. It’s not the first time she’s pressed on it. But they’ve argued about Shannon for hours and hours, not to mention years, and he’s tired.

He’s so fucking tired.

(read on AO3)

[diazsdimples]

It’s the first sleepover weekend of Pride Month, so let’s make it Gay, fellas. Give me your favorite Tommy headcanons 🌈

Hell yeah, some HCs about my favourite canonically gay man!

Tommy doesn't talk to his father, but he was really close to his mother before she passed away. He's got a handful of half-siblings on his dad's side that he doesn't talk to but he's met one of his nephews before and was alarmed at how similar the kid was to him.

Tommy is at LEAST 10 years older than Buck. Somewhere between 10-15

Tommy's got this ancient, borderline mummified cat that he loves to absolute pieces and the only other person she tolerates other than him is Buck (I wrote a snippet about this)

Tommy was in the military because his father was too and it was his final effort to please his dad, before he realised that his dad was actually a piece of shit and he didn't care. He was only in it for a couple of years before joining the 118.

Captain Gerrard was actually really nice to Tommy initially and took him under his wing when he joined the 118. Combine with him and Sal, and Tommy being in a dark space mentally with the trouble with his dad, he latched on to the two of them without properly thinking about it and by the time he realised how awful they were (sometime after Chimney's arrival), it was too late and Gerrard would continually remind Tommy about how easily he could terminate Tommy's contract if he didn't play ball, making Tommy beholden to him.

Sometimes Tommy has to travel for work (deployment) and when he does, he likes to find a small something he knows Buck will like on the day that he leaves, even if it means cutting in to the minimal rest time he gets.

Tommy is an excellent artist. This is because when he was younger, he had an art teacher recognise the signs of a Troubled Youth™️ in him and she taught him to channel his frustrations and feelings through his art, and she made a very positive impact on his life. He now has an art corner in his apartment for his painting, although he hides the portrait of Buck that he's working on in his storage lockup where Buck won't see it.

Tommy hates coffee and has a comprehensive tea selection. They're organised by type (green, black, rooibos), flavour, and brand, but also by use (peppermint and ginger for tummy aches, chamomile for sleep, nettle and rose for skin/hair).

Sleepover Weekend Asks!

[the-lampman]

Assorted RWBY Headcanons: Team RWBY edition

Starring Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xiao Long

I know the title says these are headcanons, but that’s a typo. These are all canonical.

Ruby Rose •Ruby eats her cereal with milk. Cereal first, then milk, add more cereal if there is milk left over. She loves sweet cereal that flavors the milk, but once she started attending Beacon, she tried to start eating more healthy cereal. Well, ”healthy” is a bit of a spectrum. •Ruby calls Weiss’ granola ”cereal without the joy.” •For the longest time, Ruby had Weiss saved in her scroll as ”Weis Shnee.” When Weiss realized, she thought it was some kind of joke, but it wasn’t, Ruby genuinely got her name wrong. •When Ruby was a little kid, she’d often get nosebleeds when she was sick. As she got older, she’s still prone to getting them, but her aura usually patches them up before things get too messy. •If Steven Universe (the show) existed on Remnant, Ruby would absolutely adore it, but she’d hate Rose Quartz.

Weiss Schnee •Weiss knows how to tie a tie. In fact, out of everyone in Teams RWBY and JNPR, she is the only one to know how to do so. •Weiss has never had cereal. Her preferred breakfast food is a bowl of yoghurt with some jam or granola. •Likes rooibos tea. When she was little and had a bad case of the cold, Klein told her rooibos tea was good for the immune system, so she always drinks it when she’s sick. •Her first summer in Vale, Weiss burned herself in the sun really bad. How bad? It was so bad that Yang didn’t even make fun of her for it. This poor girl will not survive Vacuo. •Likes fish.

Blake Belladonna •Blake is lactose intolerant, but this has never stopped her. •Blake doesn’t always eat cereal, but when she does, she doesn’t pour the milk in the cereal. Rather, she has a bowl of cereal with a glass of milk on the side. So the cereal doesn’t get soggy. •Loves licorice and wine gums. She goes absolutely feral over the blackcurrant wine gums. Which, fair, those are the best. For her first birthday as part of Team RWBY she said she didn’t want anything, but Ruby insisted they get something for her anyway. So Ruby, Weiss, and Yang got her a bag each of just blackcurrant wine gums. Blake nearly cried, and then she did cry after she ate all of them and her tummy hurt from easting too much candy at once.

Yang Xiao Long •Yang once got Taiyang a book full of dad jokes, and that’s what kickstarted both of their obsession with bad jokes and puns. •Eats her cereal without milk. •Yang still has Weiss saved in her scroll as ”Weis Shnee.” And this time it is joke. Call that a ”schnee-slapper.” •Owns a bunch of fidget toys. She got them to train her prothetic hand with; dexterity, fine motor control and such. She still has to train quite regularly, not just when she gets a new model, but whenever the old one gets a tune up, new adjustments, repairs, or even software updates.

[pencildragons]

ty for tagging me tessa @clayvedevs !!!!!!!!!

1. Do you make your bed?

NO. making the bed is evil and also too hard

2. Favourite number?

uhhh UHHHH 12 ? 12 is a good number i liked being twelve. 67 is also a good number !!

3. What's your job?

divine prophet of The Bog (extremely unemployed)

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

yes !!!! i lovee school i lovee learning & my hs? extremely chill

5. Can you parallel park?

yes fire emoji fire emoji fire emoji

6. Do you think aliens are real?

I feel like the possibility that there AREN'T aliens is extraordinarily low, even if they haven't evolved yet or would be completely unrecognisable as a form of life to us. the universe is still comparatively so so young so i feel the chances that at some point in the next quadzillion years that the circumstances of earth won't be replicated at least in part is hugely unlikely

7. Can you drive a manual car?

technically? i learnt to drive in a manual ute that is ABSOLUTELY not roadworthy but i did not get a manual licence :( sort of regret that but im sure if i got back in a manual i could do it again. probably

8. Guilty pleasure?

thinking in depth and forever abt my girl in middle earth oc hobbit fic that i havent properly written since like 2021. she means the WORLD to me i could make it sooo good if i just got over the evil puritans in my head telling me it is cringe

9. Tattoos?

soon!!! one day!!!! trust and believe!!!!!!!

10. Favourite colour?

loveeeeee yellow i love yellow so much soo much. unfortunately i am ginger.

11. Favourite type of music?

idk if i have a favourite TYPE of music persay? but ive sort of been bouncing between a mix of folk rock and Silly Power Metal and i will hit up the odd soundtrack also. wait actually this is untrue i am, embarrassingly, really into hyperpop (UNDERSCORES I LOVE YOU)

12. Do you like puzzles?

yeah! they're kind of evil and i am not great at pattern recognition and they hurt my back. but also v satisfying to do

13. Any phobias?

ants i fucking hate ants i HATE them (i stood in a bullant nest when i was 2) + also maybe thalassophobia? idk though that may have also been cured by the time i played 130 hours of subnautica in a week in december

14. Favourite childhood sport?

touch footie!!! i was very good at it lowk and i miss playing it terribly

15. Do you talk to yourself?

LMAO YEAH. when im thinking about writing especially. or doing literally anything. i will talk to myself

16. Tea or coffee?

TEA I LOVE TEA I LOVE TEA SO MUCH. i cannot drink coffee because The Side Effects + caffeine does not seem to have the intended effect on me, so i don't really drink caffeinated tea that much either? i absolutely LOVE rooibos with honey in it though one million out of ten

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

i wanted to be a scientist because i was under the impression that scientists blew things up and that it was exclusively their job to do that. i still want to be a scientist tbh but for different reasons

18. What movies do you adore?

im so normal and regular and fine about the hobbit extended edition trilogy. so normal. no but fr i love unexpected journey i have watched it more than twenty times total and. five times in the last week and a bit LOL

Tagging:

@sithfox @hastalavistabyebye @patchmates @rockcattomato and anyone else who would like to !!!!

[snwusberry]

pairing: wooyoung x black!reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): communication issues (please don't hate me), drinking, mention of a messy past relationship, food/eating.

wc: 5.7k

note: this shit took me literal months to finish writing, like no kidding. the wooyoung brainrot was so real though so here it is.

reader's pov

02/10/2023

"easy now, wouldn't wanna burn holes into the board with how hard you're staring." i hear a comment at my obvious indecisiveness and i look up at the insanely handsome cashier in front of me.

"huh?" i ask and he smiles. he has an absolutely gorgeous smile, might i add.

"you've been standing here, staring at the board for quite a bit." i tell him.

"oh, my apologies."

"oh no need to apologize, i was just pulling your leg. let me know once you've decided."

i hum for a bit and i take a moment to take in his features quickly. he's got sharp but gentle facial features, if that makes any sense. he has a mole on his cheek and on his bottom lip which just adds on to his attractiveness.

"actually, what would you suggest i get?" i requests and he smiles.

"well the best sellers from our seasonal menu are the pumpkin pie latte, the ginger-cinnamon rooibos tea, and the cinnamon chai latte."

"i'll get..." i trail off and mentally curse myself for my indecisiveness. from now on i'm googling menus.

"you could always choose one and come back and try the others." wooyoung tells me which breaks me away from my train of thought.

"only if i enjoy this one though."

"of course."

"well then for today, i'll have one regular pumpkin pie latte."

"sit in or to go?" he asks, tapping away on the screen in front of him.

okay weigh out your options girl. if i sit in, i get to look all cute and mysterious in front of the extremely handsome cashier but if i go, i can be even more cute and mysterious, completely out of sight. that's a good idea. if i stay, i'll probably embarrass myself anyway.

"hello?"

"to go. sorry" i tell him and he smiles.

"alright." he says more to himself and he hands me a slip woth my order number. "here you go. they're busy with your order at the back, it'll be done shortly."

"thank you."

i go sit nearby the front counter so i can hear my order number when another customer walks in. a girl, probably around my age and i watch his interaction with her. very similar to how he was with me and i immediately snap out of this daydream world i let myself wander into. i need to focus on other things because i do not need a man to throw me off my loop. much less one i don't know.

he calls my order number though and i stand up to go get it.

"enjoy your drink. hope to see you come back." he tells he with a wink. stand up.

"thank you and that is to be decided." i reply which causes a brief chuckle from him.

17/10/2023

is it too late to turn around? i'm quite literally at the door of the café where that extremely attractive man works.

'come on girl, you saw him flirting with another girl, don't let yourself think you're special.'

yeah, i'd rather bellyflop into crocodile infested waters before allowing myself to even let a man have me by the throat like this, there's more to life. even if he's hot and has a nice smile and enchanting eyes...

just as i feel myself turn around i make direct eye contact with him through the glass of the door. now i could either leave and never come by here again, or go in.

'yeah i'll leave.'

i try to turn around when i bump into someone else who's trying to get in which leaves me with no choice but to go in. i mean, logically speaking, i very well could've gotten out of the way and fucked off back home but i didn't really think of that until i felt myself walking towards the counter, letting the man go before me.

as he orders, i stand behind him, fighting the urge to chew my nails right off. i can still leave, honestly...

"hello, what would you like to order?" his smooth voice cuts through the thoughts in my head.

"huh?"

dumbass

"would you like to order anything?" he asks again.

theres a very good chance he doesn't even remember me so, you know what? i should be fine.

"may i please have the ginger-cinnamon rooibos tea please?"

"sit in or to go?"

"sit in." i answer without even thinking about it which is yet another dumbass decision.

"alright, they're working on your order. you can grab a number and it'll be right with you." he instructs and i nod as i'm about to get an order number. "i take that you enjoyed your drink last time."

"hmm?"

"if i recall correctly, you said you'd be back provided that you enjoy your drink, the pumpkin pie latte. how was it?"

okay pause and let me regroup because my ability to think clearly was gone the moment i thought of coming back here. the latte was good though.

"oh... yeah it was delicious."

"i'm glad you liked it. it took a bit of convincing to even get them to add a seasonal menu."

"this whole thing was your doing?" i ask him and he nods

"yeah. they haven't had one since the last manager left long before i started working here."

"when did you start working here?"

"about 2 years ago, i believe. uh... do you live around this area?"

"yeah. i actually work at the call center not too far from here."

"oh? how come i've never seen you around?"

"i could say the same to you, uh..." i look a little closer at his nametag.

"wooyoung. my name is wooyoung." he tells me with a smile.

"i'm y/n."

"i'll keep that in mind." i smile at him and he obviously returns it.

☆★☆

my best friend squeals like a little baby raccoon at my little "confession". that being that i found interest in someone which hasn't happened since my last breakup about a year ago.

she always said, "heal from what? girl you ain't injured, onto the next!!" nevermind the fact that i put my all into a, seemingly, one-sided relationship.

"okay okay, tell me more."

"sarah, i only seen and spoke to him twice. finding interest in someone doesn't mean i'm trying to get emotionally involved with them. i know nothing about this guy.

" yeah but you said it felt like he was flirting with you." she pushes but i shake my head at her.

"yeah and i also said he probably flirts with other customers, maybe that's just how he is."

"okay since you don't wanna be 'emotionally involved' as you say, just fuck him and let off some steam. lord knows you need it."

"immediately no! you know how that shit ends sarah, it always ends in tears and i'm simply not willing to risk it. sorry to disappoint chief."

"but life is about taking risks"

"i'm not gonna sleep with him sarah. what if hes already tied down, first of all and secondly, i've had enough emotional distress this past year. i wanna focus on myself."

03/11/2023

focus on myself was the biggest bullshit i've told myself because what the actual fuck am i doing here again?

i sigh, walking to the café yet again. i've come here another, like seven times since the last time and engaged in a small conversation with the handsome cashier each time. he's got this thing about him that makes me so drawn to him and i know it's probably the dumbest thing i'm letting myself do, especially since i quite literally barely know this guy, but i'm already in too deep to try and get myself out.

"someone's here later than usual." wooyoung says upon my arrival to the counter.

"it's been a long ass day, i don't even wanna talk about it."

"alright, then we won't. rooibos tea?" he asks and i nod. talk about paying attention to detail.

"may i also have a lemon blueberry cheesecake slice please?" i ask and he smiles with a nod.

"sit in or takeout?"

"sit in." i confirm with him and he nods and prints out the slip.

"you know the drill." he smirks which i quickly look away frok for my own sanity.

"thank you." say and i turn to walk to the table.

"hey uh, y/n."

"hmm?"

"i'm actually clocking off in a bit but i need to get something for someone and i kinda need a second opinion on it so would you like to help me out?" he requests but unlike his usual confident behavior, he seems to be a bit nervous.

i smile at him before answering, "sure, why not."

"thank you, i appreciate it."

"no problem."

☆★☆

wooyoung and i walk side by side in the little shopping center nearby and i'm not gonna lie, it's a bit awkward. i'm willing to thug it out though.

"so what are we getting and who for?" i ask him and he hums.

"it's almost my friend's birthday and i wanted to get him something but i'm kinda bad at things like this so i needed a second opinion." he explains and i nod.

"so what's he like?"

"hmm?"

"your friend. what is he like? what does he like?"

he stops in his tracks to think a little which makes me stop too.

"well he's really reliable..." he says, his words trailing off.

"so insightful."

"well he's really into fashion. he experiments and all that cool stuff with his clothes."

"does he sew?" i ask him and he hims before shaking his head. "alright. uhh... make him something."

"do i look like i do arts and crafts?" he asks me with a finger pointed to himself.

"yes?"

"i'm sorry." he apologizes but o shake my head.

"don't worry about it. let's get him his gift." i reassure him and he nods cautiously.

we walk around the shopping center trying to think of something to get for this mystery man and i'm not gonna lie, it's difficult. it's already hard to think of a gift for someone you know, how do you think shopping for a stranger would be any easier?

the part i am enjoying though is spending time and getting to know wooyoung. he's really great company so being around him feels refreshing compared to being around the same 3 people who don't really give a fuck about what i do with my life, other than my best friend, of course, but life got so busy for both of us that we can't just make plans to meet up all willy nilly.

"hey, his birthday party is actually next friday, you should come by." he says to me as we're walking and i stop in my tracks.

"is that a good idea? i don't wanna like, intrude or anything."

"nonsense, i'll tell him you're with me. it's an open invite so..." he trails off and i sigh.

i've been dying to go out and have fun anyway, and meeting new people has never been an issue for me so why the hell not?

"okay fine. but if he looks even the slightest bit uncomfortable with me being there i'm going straight home." i tell him sternly which he smiles at.

"okay deal."

"the party starts at 7pm."

We reach the bus stop where there's a bus approaching in the distance.

"here take my number my number in case you need someone to pick you up for the party." he suggests and i nod, giving him my phone to write down and save his number. "don't hesitate to call."

"got it. thanks." i reply to him and get into the bus and i look at my phone and see what he saved his number as.

'woo 🔥🫦'

he cannot be serious.

all i can say to sum today up is, it was refreshing.

☆★☆

"HE ASKED YOU TO WHAT?!!!" sarah exclaims.

"calm down. he literally just invited me to a party."

"his friend's birthday party! you're locked in already." she says with emphasis on 'friend'. "do you think he invites every customer to his friends' birthday parties?"

"i don't know maybe?"

"babe, you built your walls so high that you can't even see over them. he's interested in you."

"i don't know..."

"i say go. at least let yourself have fun."

"fine." i say, finally giving in, i mean, it's just a party if we really think about it.

10/11/2023

i hesitantly click on call and the dial tone rings loud in my ear as i wait for him to pick up. maybe i should just hang up and just stay home in the comfort of my bed tonight.

"hello?"

too damn late.

"hi, wooyoung? oh, uh this is y/n from the café. you said to call if i need a way to get to the party."

"y/n, hi. i thought i came in too strong that day, you didn't stop by."

"sorry about that. i was just a bit busy, that's all."

LIE!

"that's good to know. uh, just tell me where to pick you up and i'll be there."

"the bus stop we went to last week."

"okay i'll be there in a bit."

"thank you." he hangs up and i sigh into tge cold air, looking down at my outfit. i hope i'm not overdressed... and i hope he likes the gift i got. it's just a necklace because i genuinely don't know what to get for him and i didn't wanna go empty handed.

surely enough though, wooyoung pulls up in a white car and he opens the passenger's window.

"you coming in or what?" he jokingly asks with a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face and i scoff before entering.

"nice ride." i say, looking around the interior the car and then i turn to look at him.

"thanks, it's yunho's." he admits and i nod. i don't even know who that is but sure. "oh he's another friend of mine, you'll meet all of them today, don't worry about it."

"i'm excited." i beam, turning the volume of the radio up when i hear mamacita by chase atlantic playing and start dancing in ny seat, singing along to the song just overall vibing. "come on wooyoung sing!" i exclaim over the loud music and he sings along with a wide smile on his face.

☆★☆

we get out of the car at a club and wooyoung gets something in the car while i walk ahead and wanter off to the entrance without him but the bouncer blocks the way.

"sorry, were closed for tonight. invite only." he says and i stand there not knowing what to do.

"don't worry, she's with me." wooyoung's smooth voice says behind me and i look back at him and take in his entire appearance. he's wearing a black and white patterned shirt which isn't buttoned all the way, showing off his chest with black jeans and black boots and his hair is pulled back by a pair of sunglasses on top of his head.

he looks too good.

"my apologies." the bounced says and opens the door for us to enter.

"look at you, cool guy. 'she's with me.'" i imitate his voice and he rolls his eyes. "you guys rented this place out?"

"yeah, just the vip area. it's one of those nights where we act like we have more money than we actually do." he jokes and i laugh. "here we are."

he opens the door and let's me walk in before him. the lights immediately draw me in and the music hits my bones but i fight the urge to start dancing since i'm yet to meet everyone here.

"come with me to meet the others." he leads me to the upstairs area where there's a red-haired man talking to someone. i'm rendered speechless at how absolutely gorgeous he is.

"joong, i'd like you to meet someone." wooyoung announces, getting their attention. "uh, this is y/n. i mentioned inviting a plus one for tonight."

"hi guys." i greet with a wave.

"you're the one wooyoung begged me to invite." a man with red hair says stepping forward and i nod.

"yeah that would be me. it's nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too. i'm hongjoong."

"belated happy birthday hongjoong. i hope you like this." i say and hand him the small gift bag i've been holding.

"you didn't have have to bring a gift. thank you." he smiles, taking the bag. "thanks for making it tonight. please enjoy your night."

"thank you."

wooyoung and walk to a group of people who are sitting around a table and chatting it up.

"hi guys."

"woo, you're back." a really tall, insanely handsome, pink haired man yells over the music and his eyes fall on me for a second. "and who might you be?"

"i'm y/n." i respond, stretching my hand out.

"i'm mingi." he smirks, taking my hand for a handshake.

"this is yeosang, those ones over there are san and his girlfriend ari, jongho went to get drinks with seonghwa and that's yunho and his girlfriend, rissa. guys this is y/n." wooyoung cuts between mingi and i to introduce me to everyone else.

"nice to meet you guys."

"you too. care to join us?" ari asks, holding up a shot glass with some clear liquid.

"now we're talking." i breathe out and make my way to the small circle consisting of san, ari and yeosang.

ari hands me a shot glass and pours me some vodka. i take the shot, letting the liquid burn down my throat and i cringe at the bitter taste.

"so what do you do?" san asks, leaning into ari a bit more.

"i'm a call center representative." i respond to her while putting ghe glass down on the table in front of us. "it's really boring though."

"i could never be one, honestly." ari sighs out and i nod in agreement.

"i've been damn near quitting so many times. what do you guys do?" i ask back, trying to keep the conversation going.

"well i just got laid off work at an accounting firm and san and yeosang work together as personal trainers at the gym nearby."

"more like you got fired." san comments and the girl looks at him with a deadpan expression.

two other men return with bottles in hand who im guessing are jongho and seonghwa. now does wooyoung only associate himself with good looking people? because everyone i've met today is insanely hot.

hongjoong returns from wherever he wad and that's when i hear my song boom through the speakers which immediately gets me on my feet. i've spent a good hour mingling with everyone, getting to know them. it's time to shake some ass.

the alcohol is very well in our systems and i feel rissa grab one of my hands and pulls me up to start dancing to the song.

"come join us birthday boy!" i yell to hongjoong who's standing around with everyone else.

i was definitely over thinking coming out here tonight because i'm having so much fun with these people.

☆★☆

we partied into the early hours of the morning until we couldn't. like literally everyone is exhausted and ready to hit the sheets.

"thank you for letting me crash your party hongjoong. i had fun." i thank hongjoong who goes in for a friendly hug.

"it's not a problem. it's always great making new friends. get home safe, alright."

"i will, thanks." we hug one more time and i say my goodbyes to everyone.

"remember what i said girlie." ari yells to me and i salute to her and turn into someone, coming eye to eye with that horrendous patterned shirt that he managed to pull off.

"come on, let's get you home." he offers and i smile shyly.

"i wouldn't wanna be a bother. besides, i can make it there on my own."

"i have no doubt about that but let me earn my gentleman title here. besides, it wouldn't feel right dragging you here then leaving you to find your own way back." he insistently tells me and i fake a shocked gasp.

"not even because you wanna make sure i get home save, that you're worried about me? i'm hurt."

"and dramatic, let's go."

15/11/2023

i walk into the familiar café without a second thought this time and walk straight to the counter where wooyoung is standing but he's looking elsewhere.

"hey." he looks up and stands up straight.

"you know i'm starting to feel like you only come here when it's my shift." he teases with a smirk but i don't let my guard down one bit.

"oh please, i only come here at this time because it's when i clock off from work."

"aww no other reason? not because you like to see my handsome face?" he questions.

"no it's not that..." i trail, pretending to be in thought before i trail my eyes to him and he's looking at me unimpressed.

"just order and get out of here."

i briefly laugh at his mini outburst. just briefly.

"i'll get the usual." i tell him and he nods, taking down my order.

"and you'll sit in because no matter how much you deny it, you're obsessed with me."

"oh i'm so obsessed, i only frequent this café at this exact time just so i can sit and stare at your handsome face. is that what you wanted to hear?"

"yes, here's your order number. you know the drill."

"wooyoung, i didn't say i wanna sit in."

"you did just now. go on."

i shoot him a glare that he returns a brief sarcastic smile at. i just take the next number from the stack and go to my regular seat.

ever since hongjoong's party, my friendship with wooyoung has developed from acquaintances to actual friends. like he even sent a goodnight text the other night and i felt my heart hiccup. i thought my poor lifestyle choices were catching up to me.

"your order madam." i turn to wooyoung who's now in front of me with a tray in hand. him and i both know he's not supposed to be delivering orders so why is he not behind the counter?

"wooyoung?"

"here before the manager catches me out here." he informs me, looking over his shoulder to check if he's been caught.

"i didn't order an apple crumble though."

"it's on the house. look, i like you y/n and, i don't know, i guess this is my way of showing that. i know it's not the best way to tell you all this but can we talk after my shift?" he asks and walks back behind the counter. just in time for the customer who is just now entering. it's the same girl from all those weeks ago, if my sight is as clear as i believe it is, that is, and i feel my heart sink watching the two of them interact.

have i really let my guard down this much already? i don't know what to do...

23/11/2023

i haven't talked to wooyoung in like five days and my left eye is starting to twitch. there is really no reason for me to ghost him so suddenly, especially after things have been going so well, i mean, i'm locked in with his friends now.

i'm being stupid, and i know i am but the fear of getting my heart broken again overpowers the little bit of critical thinking i have.

"y/n, have you spoken to wooyoung? he's been a bit besides himself." rissa asks me while the movie plays ever so softly on the television. i introduced her and ari to sarah and we all decided to crash at ari and san's house and bust out some movies. only thing is, her and sarah literally passed out minutes into the first movie so it's just rissa and i.

"what do you mean?"

"yunho said he's been in his head the last couple of days."

"oh... i don't know, i haven't really noticed." i tell her quietly and she deadpans at me.

"oh really?" she asks with an unamused tone in her voice and i shrug. "what's really going on?"

"i'm scared of letting myself fall for someone because i don't wanna get my heart broken again."

she turns in her seat to face me completely and she sighs.

"it's too late for that, don't you think?" she questions and i look at her im confusion.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean that you've already fallen for him. you're distancing yourself because you already have and you don't want it to go any further."

i think to myself for a quick second...

i've found myself enjoying his company to the point where i can't wait for the next awful day at work so i can go see him at the café. i get excited when he texts and smile so wide seeing his name pop up on my screen.

fuck this i'm in too deep now.

"seen the light huh?" she asks anf i sigh frustratedly, burying my face in my hands. "you really think wooyoung would break your heart?"

"i don't know... he doesn't seem like he would, i mean, he's so sweet but i've been blindsided before."

"i understand you're scared but trust me, i've known wooyoung for a good five years now and he's never gone out of his way to hurt anyone's feelings."

"okay well who's that girl wooyoung was flirting with at the café?" i ask her and she shrugs.

"what girl?"

"there's a girl with long, ass-length, blonde hair. she's moderately short."

"no way you're intimidated by her."

"you know her?"

"if the person you're describing is who i have in mind... there aren't a lot of blondes in this area. you're probably talking about yuri."

"yuri?"

"she's like, obsessed with wooyoung. he's a really fun and charismatic man so it's easy to be swayed."

"how lovely." i sarcastically comment.

"sorry. she took everything he said as a hint and she's convinced that he wants her but he doesn't. he's just kind to her, that's all."

"and has he made it clear to her that he's uninterested?"

"many times. she says he's in denial."

"wow."

"yeah. so you have nothing to worry about. that man is probably losing sleep wondering what he did wrong for you to stop texting. in your attempt to preserve your feelings"

"i hurt his..." i finish her sentence and she nods.

"his birthday is coming up but the party is this saturday. he'd like you to come."

"i owe him an explanation."

"yes you do."

25/11/2023

the girls and i are getting ready for wooyoung's birthday party at rissa's apartment and i am stressing out, like my leg is bouncing up and down at such a high speed that it feels like my whole body is vibrating. the past two days i was trying to find the right words and put them together.

"girl this isn't an unprepared speech for school, just apologize and tell him how you feel." sarah tells me but that does not help how i'm feeling right now.

"it's not easy."

"come on. you look too hot to be sulking in the corner. i'm a hundred percent sure he's gonna wanna talk to you and hear you out." ari comments which lifts the mood a bit. i even cracked a teensy smile.

"come let's go ladies." rissa says and we file out of the house.

☆★☆

we just got here and there's already someone throwing up in a bush. this is gonna be fun.

"y/n come!" sarah pulls me with here wherever she's going.

"i need to find wooyoung."

"exactly, you need to take a shot before talking to him!"

"sober babes. i need to talk to him completely sober." she let's go of my hand.

"okay then, go look for your man, i'll be by the drinks."

"right behind you." rissa agrees, walking away with Sarah and i sigh.

"i need to go find san, wanna come with me?" ari asks and i turn to look at her. "where you find san, you find wooyoung, come."

i nod and follow her lead the way to the living room of the house where there's a bunch of people there.

"the life of the party is here!" ari announces and makes her way to san who let's her sit on his lap but there's no sign of wooyoung in here. did bro ditch his own party?

"hi everyone."

"y/n, you look stunning." mingi compliments me while walking my way. he takes my hand and makes me do a little spin.

"why thank you mingi. i guess i could say the same to you."

"hey, don't hurt me like this." he says, putting a hand on his chest on fake offense.

"you'll be alright. has anyone seen wooyoung?" i ask everyone but all i get as a response is murmurs across the room.

"check the backyard." one of the men say and a nod with a little thank you.

"okay thanks."

i make my way to the exit to the back yard where it's a bit emptier than inside. it's quieter with crickets chirping somewhere in the plants wnf a nice breeze cools down my skin. it's easier to breathe out here in comparison to the stuffy air inside but alas, there sits wooyoung on the grass with a can of beer in hand.

i can do this. i owe him an explanation after all so i go and sit right next to him which attracts his attention but his blank expression doesn't leave his face upon seeing me.

"hi." i greet him to break the ice but the tension between us is palpable. i clear my throat before attempting to speak again. "wooyoung, can we talk? please, i'm not here to defend myself..."

all he does is silently take a sip from his can and i let out a breath. this is gonna be difficult.

"wooyoung."

"you know, you could've at least told me you weren't interested instead of making me fall for you and look stupid for it." his words cut deep that i don't think i can even come up with any words to say to him.

"i was wrong, i know, and i'm really sorry for that. it was unfair of me to do that to you, you didn't deserve that and i feel horrible for what i did." i apologetically tell him but my eyes are glued to the grass patch in front of us.

"can you at least tell me why?"

"i'm a coward. running seemed easier than letting myself fall for you. i didn't have the best relationship with my ex and our breakup wasn't pretty either, i was in shambles and left to pick up the pieces and put them back and i thought i had finally done that, but clearly i left some of them behind." i explain to him scoffing at my own words at the end. "i saw you talking with a girl i thought you were flirting with and i put all my defenses back up and ended up doing to you what i was scared would happen to me."

"please, she's been annoying me for years now. i've never been interested in her and i've made that clear, i wouldn't flirt with her if i've been trying to get her off my arm. i like you, y/n. let me be there for you. there's no point in restricting your feelings like this. let yourself fall, i'll catch you."

"will you catch my baggage too?" i question and he shifts so that he's sitting in front of me.

"i'll carry it for you y/n."

"wooyoung i like you too and i won't lie and say i haven't imagined us together a couple of times. i'm willing to let my walls down for you if you're still willing to be in my life like that."

"yes, i'll be your boyfriend." he says confidently and i shake my head in disapproval

"i didn't even ask though."

"okay then ask because i'm getting impatient." i laugh at his excitement.

"will you be my boyfriend?" i finally ask him and he puts a hand over his mouth with a gasp all dramatic like a little schoolgirl who's crush liked her picture on instagram.

"yes, i'd love to be your boyfriend." he beams and i smile back at him.

"oh and before i forget. i got you this. it's not much but it's from my heart." i tell him, handing him the gift i got for him.

"what's this?" he asks, taking the small box in his hands.

"open it." i tell him nervously and he does just that and he takes the metal keychain out, smiling when he reads what's written on it.

"you like it?" i ask him nervously.

"yeah i do." he smiles, looking at it.

it's written 'ginger cinnamon rooibos tea with a little teacup hanging from a different chain.

"a significant part of how our relationship blossomed." he says and i let out a relieved sigh.

"i'm glad you like it."

"thank you y/n. for giving me a chance with you and for this."

"it's a pleasure."

"let's go inside, i wanna tell everybody that the cute girl at the coffee shop is now my girlfriend." he exclaims and i laugh as he helps me up.

"let's go."

we walk into the house with wooyoung telling everyone we pass by, "she's my girlfriend."

"hello everyone, i'm back here with my girlfriend." wooyoung says to everyone in the room.

"so it finally happened huh?" hongjoong asks and we nod rapidly.

"she's a yapper." sarah 'whispers' to everyone in the room.

"great because he does too." san confirms and everyone agrees that there's a lot in their hands with us being a couple now.

"oh it's 12 o'clock." rissa announces and we shout a happy birthday to you wooyoung and i hug him tightly.

"happy birthday boyfriend."

"why thank you girlfriend." he smiles and everyone mumbles a choir of disgusted comments.

[delinquentfiction]

A Night of Pampering With Vil

Content: Vil x Reader, fluff, spa day, romantic, kisses, pet names (Darling, Kitten, Petal, Dear), no use of y/n

Tw: None

Word count: 1140

You knocked politely on the imposing dorm door, practically vibrating with excitement. Today was a self-care Saturday, as Vil had dubbed your regular bonding sessions of indulgent relaxation. And you were more than ready to soak in his pampering aura.

"Come in darling, I'm just finishing up in here!" Vil called melodically.

Pushing open the door, you were immediately greeted by a heavenly aroma of rose scent wafting through the lavish lounge area. Soft classical music floated through hidden speakers, soothing your soul. But your attention was stolen by Vil emerging from his spacious bathroom, clad in a silky robe with damp hair tousled fetchingly.

How Neige was considered more beautiful than him you couldn’t figure, especially in moments like this. Fuck, the man looked like he was sculpted by the angels themselves. You hated how sometimes the blonde watching his figure so closely meant that you had to give up some simple pleasures, especially in the beginning, but clearly the work works out. If only the french fries and small bags of chips you would sneak didn’t taste so good. If only they didn’t taste better when you sneak them.

"Come here kitten, let me get a look at that lovely face of yours." He cooed, taking your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your visage this way and that under scrutinizing eyes.

Vil hummed in approval. "Good, no unsightly blemishes to speak of. Now, have a seat and I'll fetch my supplies."

You giggled, obediently perching on the plush chaise lounge. Moments later Vil reappeared with an armful of ornate bottles and tubs, laying them out ceremoniously on the coffee table before you. His nimble fingers got to work smoothing aromatic creams and serum into your skin, massaging deftly. You melted into his touch with a contented sigh.

Next came a clay mask infused with calming scents, mixed fresh for optimal potency. Vil expertly applied the cool mixture, sculpting it to your features in sweeping strokes. Gingerly tapping your nose, he winked. "All done darling, now just ten minutes for it to work its magic. We'll chat and sip tea, yes?"

Vil set about preparing a luxurious pot of rooibos with honey, chatting idly about the latest campus gossip during the wait. Before long he proclaimed your mask fully cured, carefully peeling it away to reveal radiant skin beneath. You gasped - already you felt rejuvenated on a deep level.

"Simply stunning, as I knew you would be, my petal." Vil praised, cupping your chin affectionately.

A brush of his thumb along your lower lip set your heart skipping, though the moment passed as he began applying rich lotions to lock in moisture. With finishing spritzes of setting mist, you were left the picture of pampered bliss.

"Now for the pièce de résistance!" Vil declared dramatically, rising in a flourish.

He returned promptly with an armful of silky fabrics, laying them out like pieces of a puzzle atop his sumptuous canopy bed. Selecting two options, he held them up for your inspection. "The emerald shall bring out the gorgeous azure of your eyes darling, but the rose quartz may better suit your rosy complexion. Decisions, decisions..."

You considered briefly before gesturing to the rose, touched by his care in selecting colors flattering your features. Vil beamed, gathering the garment to hold against your form appraisingly.

"Exquisite choice as always, now let's get you dressed." He hummed, helping you slip into the floating silk robe and sneaking a delicate kiss on your shoulder. It was light, but you felt it and it caused a slight heat to grow on your cheeks. With nimble fingers he tied the sash, smoothing the fine material over your shoulders. "Gorgeous, simply gorgeous, my petal."

Stepping back, Vil admired his handiwork before setting to styling your hair. Gentle brushes and delicate braids worked your locks into an elaborate updo, stray curls artfully framing your face. Finally, he applied the barest touches of makeup to accentuate your natural beauty - pink balm to plump your lips, wisps of shadow to make your eyes pop.

Spinning you to face the full length mirror with a flourish, Vil gazed proudly over your shoulder at the vision before you both. "My dear, you take my breath away. Come, let's bask in the glow of your allure together, shall we?"

His arm settled around your waist, pulling your back against his robust chest as you admired your reflection. With his chiselled jawline dusted pink and lustrous hair tousled roguishly, Vil was quite the statuesque specimen himself. Turning in his hold, you wrapped your arms around his neck in thanks.

Vil murmured your name affectionately, leaning in to brush featherlight kisses across your forehead, cheeks and nose until you were both breathless with giggles. His arms tightened around your waist, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for something. Your breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze.

But the moment passed as Vil reclined gracefully against mountains of satin pillows, patting the space beside him invitingly. You readily cuddled into his side with a contented sigh, idly tracing patterns on his chest through the gauzy robe as relaxing melodies washed over you both once more. The blonde at one point delicately holds your cheek and stares into your eyes once more, however he didn’t seem to be looking for something. He seemed to have found it and leaned down while you allowed your eyes to flutter closed and the warmth of his lips met yours for a good minute or so before breaking the contact. You shyly smile at him before hiding your face back in his robe. The heat in your face was sustained by his larger hand tangling its fingers with your own.

You felt his chest rise and slightly hum as he spoke once more, “My petal, your newly found radiance and confidence over time together has seemed to captivate even myself. Might I have the honor of courting you properly?”

If you had given a verbal response, you think you would just end up shouting the answer. So instead, you nod, a big smile creeping onto your face. He lifted the hand he had been holding and placed a kiss on the back of it. You could feel his smile against your now softer skin. “Wonderful, my dear. Now get some beauty rest so you don’t get demoted to potato again.”

Hours passed by like this, basking in each other's company as the sunlight slowly waned outside. Such pampering self-care sessions had become the highlight of your weeks spent amidst the hustle of school. But nestled securely in Vil's capable arms while his digits toyed with your hair, you thought maybe you found something even more soothing than any skincare ritual or carefully crafted ensemble. For here, you felt beautiful inside and out.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I miss having a tea subscription. Unfortunately, I can't afford the indulgence. Sipsby went out if business, and it was the only one I could afford.

What's a tea subscription? Basically, you get a subscription from a company, like Tea Runners (my sister keeps telling me I would love them), and receive four teas every month. Loose leaf comes with tea filters. Some companies will curate based on your preferences with a little questionnaire, like what you're allergic to, medical conditions, flavors you hate (I haaaaate chamomile and butterfly pea flower; both taste yucky). Others let yoy choose from what they have available. You get enough to make about 20-30 cups total. From that, you discover new tea brands and flavors. Some of my favorite teas were discovered using Sipsby.

Someday, I'll be able to afford this. Likely in 2026 because we're too poor for me to afford this, our regular bills, groceries, car care (fuel, repairs, oil changes, etc), and home maintenance.

If we're friends, feel free to gift me a subscription. 😉 I'm a tea lover, and these things give me an exciting treat to look forward to.

I just restocked my English Breakfast Tea (I can't tolerate coffee but tea is perfect) from my favorite brand, Harney & Sons. Someone here gifted me a sample box if their teas, and the Hot Cinnamon Spice is my favorite of that lot, so I ordered a tin of it. $11 for 60 cups? Yes, please. I ordered that as a treat for myself.

Listen, I'm an absolute whore for good tea. The novelty is just...so satisfying.

Flavors I hate: chamomile (tastes and smell like medicine; if you're allergic to ragweed, avoid chamomile), butterfly pea flower (disgusting), and rooibos (gives me diarrhea every time I drink it).

Irish breakfast tea is delicious, but the caffeine is WAY too high. English Breakfast Tea has about the same as a can of Pepsi (and I have only a single cup a day, and bout 10 minutes after i'm out of bed), where as Irish breakfast tea has twice that, easily. Big nope.

Anyway, rambling and whining. If you love tea and want to discover new teas, look up tea subscriptions.

[callipraxia]

Wrote up a review for the Stan Tea Without Lapsang yesterday, but my technology hated me and lost the post. Therefore, I shall now write a triple review!

Minimal mess opening, maximum mess scooping, but we sorted it out. An attractive blend visually.

Just throwing this in here to verify - yep, same teapot I’ve been using, sampling as standardized as I can really get it.

And this was yesterday’s cup. Lovely color, but when I tasted it, I was so confused! All I could taste was ginger and rooibos. That was it. Not a hint of anything else, including the caramel flavor that was supposed to go along with the rooibos by default. Where did all my lovely caramel go??

Today I woke up with a severe headache and just wanted something warm and caffeinated, and I vaguely associate ginger with illness, so I brewed up another cup of it…and when I tasted it, I was so confused! The predominant taste was now rooibos, the ginger only showed up on the swallow, and I found my caramel again! It was now only a pale shadow of itself, but it was there.

I’ve concluded that this is one where you can’t be too sure that a given spoonful is well-blended, so I’m going to try a third experiment with it: dumping the rest of the sample into my two-and-a-half cup glass pot in the morning and then drinking two and a half cups of presumably well-blended tea. I couldn’t make that experiment today, though, because I had pressed the glass pot into service for another job last night and it was still half-full as a result.

My little glass pot - originally half of a tea for one set from Whittard’s; I don’t care for the cup that came with it, but the pot is excellent - is one of my favorite teapots, if not the favorite, but a couple of years ago, I lost the infuser basket that fit it properly, which has limited its usefulness ever since. Then about two weeks ago, though, I was in Target, and I saw a loose tea infuser basket for six bucks, and I decided to be a nice person and get one for my aunt, who has started drinking this tisane she thinks will lower her blood pressure better than her blood pressure medicine will, but who has had an awful time figuring out how to prepare it, since herbal tea mixes oddly with the Keurig pod. As it turned out, though, Aunt was away that day, and something about the proportions of this infuser kept nagging me, and since I’m not that nice of a person, I ultimately ended up opening up the infuser and trying it out with my little glass pot…where it fit perfectly! The lid even fit perfectly while on top of the basket! So hurrah - had to get my aunt another one, and I’m not crazy about the fake gold color, but I have my favorite teapot back in full working order, and have been happily using it a lot for everything except these sample tastings ever since.

I already sampled the first Mabel, the watermelon-mint-strawberry thing, in hot form, so last night, after the relative success of brewing the Dipper sample up in a bigger pot and loading it with honey, I decided to attempt an experiment with the rest of the Mabel sample. I put it all into the infuser basket, poured on the water, and after a few minutes, I lifted the basket back out long enough to stir a good amount of honey into it. Then I put the basket back and let it continue steeping until the pot was no longer warm to the touch, at which point I removed the infuser and put the pot of tea in the fridge. Mabel Juice was, after all, a summer beverage from the refrigerator, so it seemed only appropriate, even though it’s currently an unusually cold February in my corner of the world….

Well, this morning, I poured half of this chilled, sweetened infusion into a glass and used it to take my meds, and it was surprisingly lovely. Nothing at all like the offspring of coffee and nightmares, so it can’t count as out of universe Mabel Juice, but I can see this being an excellent refreshing beverage in the summer. The watermelon and strawberry had melded together with a new aspect of the mint to create a rather floral, rose-like flavor, and it turns out that rose and spearmint is apparently a pretty nice combination. I enjoyed the glass, but then, since it was after all 5am on an unusually cold February morning, I put the other half back in the fridge, and am sipping on it now. I don’t know if it continued to evolve over the course of the day or if the state of my sinuses somehow contributed to this, but it tastes different this time - the strawberry is pretty clear, overriding the watermelon, and the spearmint has gotten sharper. Still not bad at all, though, and might be worth keeping a pitcher around come summertime.

Here’s hoping the technology cooperates with me this time….

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

I Hope You Enjoy the Tea

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tSXeFJg by BuriedInTheArchives The smell of tea piqued Martin's interest; perhaps they could stop by on their way back? But oh, ohhhh, they were getting closer. Martin peaked out and immediately heard Jon hiss - Jon's human eyes were looking forward but his “spooky” ones evidently never stopped looking at Martin. “You ruined the surprise I hope you know!” “I do in fact still have a sense of smell Jon.” Words: 1651, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: tea tasting, they deserve a cute little date, Jon is hungry, the cabin totally isn't horrifying why would you ask?, Jon hates rooibos he is not wrong, they are in love your honor, hope can be a terrible beautiful thing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tSXeFJg

[padawansuggest]

The hottest take I have: I think all black tea species (like earl grey vs English breakfast vs Darjeeling) all taste the same but with various different strengths.

I also think all coffee tastes the same but you can burn it or have stale stuff or once more, the strengths thing. I guess you can have stale or burnt tea too. Oversteeping is an issue that makes it bitter but 100% doesn’t matter to me cause I think it all tastes the same there too lmao.

My point is, you might like coffee plain. I don’t. I can drink it with milk, no sugar cause I’m allergic, and French vanilla syrup. But Christ almighty I only have one way I like it and it gets boring after 10 days in a row.

But the real reason I love tea and I think saying you hate tea does the whole thing a disservice? Is because I can have 7 cups of tea a day and never have the same one.

English black mixed with rose petals.

Ginger peach mixed with anything from black to white.

Herbal vanilla with chamomile.

Green. I can’t have that actually lmao it hurts my stomach so beware maybe you’ve only had tea you’re allergic to so far.

Chai. Or even DIRTY chai, meaning with a shot of espresso in it.

Vanilla rooibos which is naturally caffeine free.

Dark cocoa powder on Yerba mate tea.

That is seven right there just based off the 50 or so tea boxes and tins sitting around me while I made a teapot. You could do mint. You could do dandelion, which helps digestion. You can do 5 bags of Lipton iced tea in a pitcher for your own at home iced tea, sweetened to your liking even. You can have milk, sugar, honey, or even mix in juice in cold tea (or hot tea, but I’ve never had juice mixed with hot tea, sounds interesting).

I just think y’all who say tea is gross don’t realize that tea is basically everything that coffee isn’t, and sometimes it includes a bit of coffee too. Or you can drink it plain. Or you can have it doctored to hell.

I just think some of you are thinking of exactly one type of tea (black isn’t the only tea, there is white and green and rooibos and herbal there is so much) and hated it and so you called off the whole show.

This is becoming my ‘Mandalorians do drink tea wtf do you think Shig is and there is no culture ever that doesn’t drink tea get over it’ argument all over again lmao. Tea is godly. So is coffee tho. Neither is better. Hot liquid is the real winner. Soup supremacy.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Bon appétit – Holiday Special: Snow Cone

[Astarion/Gale]

Astarion & Gale enjoy a walk in the fresh snow. Shenanigans occur, freaky ideas are tried, dirty fantasies get shared. Who knew snowmen were helpful for... other forms of entertainment?

This belongs to the "Bon Appétit" universe, but can be read as a stand-alone. There are spoilers regarding Astarion & Gale relationship status and Gale's job situation though.

Happy holidays, Christmas, Hanukkah, Yule, Midwinter, Winter Solstice, or whatever else you're celebrating! Here's a little gift from me to you <3

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Fingering, Sex In The Snow, Unorthodox Use of Icicles, Misuse of Snowmen, Improvised Sex Toys (don't try this at home kids), Accidental Voyeurism, Overall Mandatory Snow-related Activities, Domestic Fluff

When Gale pitter-pattered into the kitchen that morning, he was almost blinded by the brightness of the snow outside the windows which had covered everything in sight. Grunting and squinting, Gale made it to the electric kettle and got the water boiling. He needed tea. A nice spicy chai with milk would be preferred, but he was too lazy to make it himself, or to drive to the Emerald Grove. Thus, he settled for a lovely cup of rooibos tea. While Gale grabbed the mugs and placed the tea bags inside, Tara weaved between his legs, loudly demanding her breakfast.

"I hear you, my dear," Gale chuckled. "Give me a moment."

He walked over to the fridge - careful to neither step on Tara, nor trip over her - and fetched a vial of Vetsulin. He picked up a fresh syringe from the stash next the fridge, ripped open the packaging, uncapped the bottle, lowered the needle into it, and filled it with the clear liquid up to the necessary line. In a practised manner, Gale placed the vial on the kitchen counter, kneeled down, and got a hold of his beloved cat. He kissed her head before spreading the fur on her left hind leg.

"You know the drill, little love," Gale murmured before carefully pushing the needle into the flesh and slowly injecting the diabetes medication. Tara grumbled, but didn't make a scene. She was used to it by now and behaved like the distinguished lady she was. She received another kiss for her good behaviour, and she purred happily as her chin was scratched. With a grunt and a loud crunch of the knee, Gale got up to serve Tara her well-deserved breakfast. As she chowed it down happily, the professor-turned-librarian prepared some sandwiches for Astarion and himself before steeping the tea. Then, he placed everything on a tray and brought it to the bedroom where his husband was still sprawled out and pretending to be snoozing. Gale nudged Astarion's thigh with his foot and balanced the tray in his hands while sitting down. Grumbling, the blond propped himself up against the headboard and eyed the offered meal.

"Cheese-ham toast? You know me so well." Astarion smiled and took a big bite, moaning in the process. "I love you so much."

Gale chuckled amused and replied: "I love you too."

He placed a kiss on his husband's cheek before grabbing his own sandwich.

They ate in silence until Gale asked: "What do you think about a walk in the snow?"

"It snowed?" gasped Astarion in disbelief. "It's only Mid-November!"

Without waiting for a reply, he scrambled out of bed, almost tripping in the process when his foot got tangled in the blanket, and sprinted to the window. An excited laugh escaped him as the blinds rolled up and revealed the picture-perfect Winter Wonderland.

"Hell yes!" Astarion beamed. "I absolutely want to go for a walk! I want to make a snow angel."

"Really?" Gale chuckled amused.

"Yes," nodded his husband, much more seriously than expected. "I've never done it before. Cazador... He hated snow and the cold. I... I wasn't allowed outside by myself."

"What?" Gale's face fell in shock. "Why?"

Astarion simply shrugged.

"He was a very possessive man. He never let me out of his sight."

Gale's gut clenched uncomfortably. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore. He swallowed thickly, desperately searching for the right words to say.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, it sounds awful." After a small pause, he added: "I hope you know I'd never do such a thing."

"I know," retorted the blond, smiling softly. "You're nothing like him."

Gale was flooded with relief and he sighed as his stomach unclenched and growled loudly. Quickly, he finished his sandwich. They had places to go.

They sauntered through the winter landscape, hand in hand, the powdery white glittering around them like Swarovski crystals, the blue sky clear, and the midday sun golden and warming their rosy faces.

Gale led his husband towards the edge of town where a wide strip of meadow parted the city from the nearby forest. There, the snow was still fluffy and untouched, not trampled and salted to ugly, grey slush. With a sweeping gesture, Gale spread his free arm.

"Here we are; the perfect battleground for making snow angels! People from near and close come to this remote spot to make their dreams of divine ascension come true." Astarion snickered amused. "Go on, have some fun."

The blond was frozen in place, wringing his hands nervously, and Gale's smile faded.

"What's wr-"

"I don't know how." The words were bursting from Astarion who looked deeply ashamed and embarrassed. "I don't know how to make snow angels. Can you – can you show me? Please?"

To Gale's utter horror, his husband's eyes were brimming with tears of frustration. He quickly pulled him into a hug.

"Of course," Gale answered and stepped further into the snow. "It's easy, really. Just find a spot with a generous amount of snow, lay down - oof, my knees! - like this; the starfish position. And then, you just -" He started moving his spread arms up and down and opened and closed his outstretched legs. "- move like demonstrated, and you're done. - A hand? Please?"

Chuckling, Astarion helped Gale back up, amused by the grunts, huffs, and popping knees.

"You're getting old, my love," he teased, making his husband snort. Before he got a reply, Astarion plopped down, stretched out his limbs and wildly flailed them to leave an imprint in the snowy ground. Gale watched, smiling softly, and pulled his husband onto his feet when he made grabby hands towards him. With a giggle, Astarion turned around to look at his work.

"I did it! I made my first snow angel!"

He laughed, with his cheeks all flushed, and Gale wanted to kiss him breathless.

"Well done. How about another one? It's custom to make multiple ones, or otherwise your angel's lonely," the brunet spoke.

"Really?" Astarion looked at him, all big-eyed and soft. "Is that true, or are you taking the piss out of me?"

"True Waterdhavian tradition, I swear," Gale answered, smiling. "Do you want me to join you?"

At that, Astarion beamed at him.

"Absolutely!"

Together, they lay back down and created a few more snow angels, laughing and giggling like children while doing so. Red-cheeked and smiling, Astarion turned his head to gaze at Gale. His puffs of breath left little white flags in the cold air, curling up like smoke from a chimney.

"This is awesome," he admitted, uncharacteristically shyly. "Thank you for showing me."

"Well, we're not done yet," replied Gale, in an equally jolly mood. "Next, we must build a snowman."

Astarion's eyes lit up and he scrambled off the ground, impatiently pulling his husband up. The latter laughed at the blond's eagerness, but wasted no time to lead him further onto the field to instruct the snowman-building process.

"You start with a small snowball, like so, and roll it across the ground so that it'll gather up more snow and grows. That's why it's important to do this somewhere where there's enough snow."

"And what if there isn't?"

"Well, then, you can technically just stack three small snowballs on top of each other, but it'll look rather sad that way."

"Better a sad snowman than no snowman at all."

"Maybe. Now, keep rolling it, no slacking off."

"Hah! You're one to talk!"

"I'm literally creating the second snowball right now, don't project!"

Laughing, Astarion went back to his task until he'd formed a knee-high ball. Gale carried his snowball, which was slightly smaller, over and placed it on top of Astarion's. They fixed them together with a bit of extra snow by patting it onto the seams were the snowballs touched. Then, Gale instructed Astarion to roll a third snowball for the snowman's head. Meanwhile, the brunet stomped off towards the small, tree-lined creek that flowed across the meadow. Panting from the exertion, Astarion placed the third snowball on their art piece. It reached up to his chest. Gale came back with a handful of pebbles, a pinecone, and two twigs. Astarion frowned and asked: "What's that for?"

"The details, of course. Otherwise, our snowman just looks like an sad-looking tower," Gale explained cheerfully. "Here, use the pebbles to give him a pair of eyes and a smile."

Astarion did as he was told while beaming with childlike excitement. Gale completed the snowman by using the pinecone as a nose and the twigs as arms. Then, they took a step back to admire their work.

"Look at this distinguished gentleman," Gale joked. "A true looker. All the snowwomen on the field will fall for his charm."

"Just like all the other snowfolks," Astarion added, grinning. They chuckled and looked at their creation again.

"We did that," said the blond, sounding awestruck. "I did that. I've never thought I ever will. Thank you, Gale." He pulled his husband into a kiss. "This is a gift, you know, and I won't forget it."

"It's just a snowman and a few snow angels," the addressed replied, confused.

"No. It's more than that." Astarion kissed him again. "You gave me the world."

The embrace tightened, their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled. For a moment, it was just the two of them, and the rest of the world faded out of existence. When they finally parted, they were both panting and flushed.

"Come on, I want to show you something else," Gale smiled and took Astarion's hand to lead him to the creek. The stream was in a slightly slanted bed, and a simple wooden fence marked the slope. Gale pointed at the icicles growing from the wood which glinted in the sunlight.

"There's so much beauty in the small and simple things," he mused. "It's rather astonishing to think that it's simply frozen water. Imagine the art you could create if you could bent water to your liking. The sculptures you could bring to life." With a happy, little sigh, Gale leaned against the fence to gaze at the half-frozen creek. "The way the sky reflects on the ice is marvellous. And did you know that each individual snowflake has a unique structure? Scientists discovered this thanks to microscopes. It truly is -"

His rambling was interrupted when Astarion draped himself across Gale's back, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed his exposed neck.

"Mmh, truly fascinating," the blond teased. "But what's even more fascinating, is you."

With that, he shoved his gloveless hands under Gale's jacket, flicked open his pants, and palmed his dick. The brunet gasped, leaning heavily against the fence.

"Astarion," he breathed. "We're in public!"

"Mhm, and I know it turns you on," purred the addressed. "Someone has a bit of a danger kink."

He accentuated his words with a bite to Gale's neck, making the latter moan. The brunet tightened his grip on the wooden fence. A reply was on the tip of his tongue, but the tantalizing combination of a squeeze and a slide of Astarion's hand along his dick made him keen instead, all his verbosity lost due to the sensation. Astarion grinned like the cat that got the canary and let his fingers glide along the silky skin. He knew exactly how Gale liked to be teased. With his other hand, he blindly fumbled for one of the icicles growing on the underside of the fence. Then, he trailed it up Gale's erection.

"Oooh, that's cold!" gasped the latter, jumping in Astarion's grip. The blond chuckled gleefully, teasing "It'll warm up soon." as he brought the rapidly melting icicle towards the glans, rubbing the slit.

"It would be small enough for sounding," Astarion grinned, and Gale's knees almost buckled as he whined. "Just imagine how an icicle would feel like entering your dick. How that ice-cold hardness would slide into your urethra."

"Fuck, Astarion..." keened the brunet, bucking into the cold hand wrapped around him. The addressed felt rather proud that he’d made Gale swear.

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" he purred into his husband's ear. "We must explore that little fantasy of yours soon."

Gale's breath hitched and he groaned in anticipation. He thrust into Astarion's cold hand, relishing in the feeling of the small, leftover shard of the icicle rolling up and down the underside of his dick and slightly poking him once in a while. Gale moaned when Astarion pressed his noticeable erection against his ass.

"Ngh... yes! I'm so close," he groaned, fucking into the offered fist. But Astarion didn't let him finish and pulled his hand away. Gale shot him a slightly annoyed glare over his shoulder, but it was somewhat nullified by his wheezing.

"Not yet, darling," teased Astarion. "First, you must earn your reward."

Muttering colourful profanities under his breath, Gale pulled up his trousers and staggered after his husband who was walking upstream.

"Where are we going?" he wanted to know.

"You'll see," was the unhelpful answer.

As they made their way along the creek, they took notice of multiple snowmen and commented on them like they were judges of a fashion show. A very unlucky snowman got his carrot nose stolen by Astarion, who simply shrugged nonchalantly as Gale raised a brow in question.

When they'd almost reached the end of the field, Astarion pulled Gale behind a stack of wrapped haylage bales. As soon as they were hidden, they crashed their lips together and unzipped their pants.

"Fuck, you're hot!" groaned Astarion while grabbing his husband's semi-hardness with a cold hand. Gale made a noise of complaint, but didn't stop his partner from continuing. He was panting in anticipation as he got onto his hands and knees, goosebumps spreading across his skin as the cold dampness of the snow soaked through his trousers.

"Hold this for me, love," Astarion purred and pushed the carrot into Gale's mouth. The latter moaned, curled his tongue around the vegetable, and warmed it up, imagining it was his husband's cock. Meanwhile, Astarion exposed Gale's ass to the harsh winter air and ripped open a package of lube with his teeth. He squirted it onto Gale's hole, impatiently and messily, and quickly inserted two of his fingers, scissoring it open. With his free hand, Astarion started moving the carrot in and out of Gale's mouth in tandem with his fingers in the latter’s hole. Gale had closed his eyes, moaning wantonly, his cock hung heavily between his legs, steadily dripping precum onto the snow below. Astarion withdrew his fingers and the carrot, switching the latter into the other hand, and quickly pushed the vegetable into Gale's ass. The brunet's loud moan was silenced as the blond pushed two fingers into his mouth, pressing down against his wet tongue, causing Gale to drool. Astarion started to fuck the carrot in and out of his husband's hole, watching with satisfaction how the latter's eyes rolled back in his head.

"Gorgeous," he murmured. For a second, Astarion thought about abandoning his plan and fucking Gale's mouth instead of his ass. When the blond pulled his fingers out of the brunet's mouth, a thick string of saliva still connected them with the latter's tongue. Astarion couldn't resist to kiss that sinful mouth before moving behind Gale and opening another package of lube. To keep his hands clean, he squeezed its content onto his husband's crack. The blond quickly freed his erection and rubbed it between Gale's ass cheeks to coat his dick with lube. With satisfaction, he watched how the brunet gasped and dropped down onto his elbows to arch his back. His pink hole winked at Astarion and he took it as an invitation to push his cock inside it. They both moaned in unison, and Astarion held onto Gale's ass to fuck him fast and hard. Gale moaned and mewled as his prostate got stimulated so viciously, drool dripping from his chin and precum from his slit, as his glutes flexed around the cock inside his ass. Astarion was huffing and grunting as he fucked his husband. He was so close already, only a few more pumps and he'd come inside Gale’s warm, tight ass. He closed his eyes, imagining how his cum would trickle from his husband's puffy hole afterwards and how Gale would have to walk home that way. A shiver ran down his spine, the sweat making his skin itch. Astarion felt the tell-tale twinge in his abdomen that signalled his orgasm, thus, he pushed his cock deep into Gale again, his own ass cheeks tensing. Almost there. So close, only a bit more –

"Snow-Wrestling isn't funny, you know?"

The couple startled, whipping around to, in horror, be greeted by the sight of a little girl standing next to them. She was wearing a green one-piece ski suit and a black knit cap with little, red, shiny horns on top and the words "Little devil" embroidered on the front.

"Uhm," Astarion uttered stupidly, still in shock of being caught fucking his husband by a child.

"Having snow shoved into your pants is really nasty," the girl babbled on. "Mattis did it to me once, and I cried because the cold hurt my butt so much." She fixed Astarion with a serious stare. "You shouldn't do that, it's not very nice. Mattis had to apologise to me afterwards and I got ice cream as a treat."

"Uh-hu," Astarion got out, desperately trying to hide the fact that his dick was still deep inside Gale's hole and about to burst. "I - uhm... I'm sorry, Gale. I won't shove snow into your pants again."

The addressed coughed, face burning with embarrassment, and said: "No harm done, but thank you."

As Gale shifted under him, Astarion bit his lip and buried his nails in his partner's love handles. He was about to come.

"See?" beamed the girl. "That wasn't hard, was it?"

"Hurry up, Arabella! Otherwise, Mattis and Silfy reach the top of the hill first and we'll lose the sledding challenge!" shouted another girl who was wearing a red snowsuit but the same knit cap which had slipped over one of her eyes. Cheerfully, the addressed yelled back: "I'm coming!"

So was Astarion, but in a different literary sense. He bit his lip to keep from moaning loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he exploded into Gale's ass, who clenched around him with a gasp and covered his groan with a fake cough.

"Okay, I'm going now," warbled Arabella. "It was nice to meet you. Bye!"

"Bye!" the men wheezed in unison. With laughter, the girl sprinted away and joined her friend.

"Holy shit!" gasped Astarion.

"You came in me while a child was present!" hissed Gale. "Get off me! Immediately!"

The addressed did as he was told as fast as if he'd been burned, and fell backwards onto his own ass while trying to pull up his pants.

"Fuck, that's cold!" Astarion yelped while Gale, with a scowl and popping knees, got up and fastened his trousers. He glared down at his husband and stated: "We'll never do this ever again."

"Fucking outside, or fucking while a child ogles us?" asked Astarion, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Both," Gale hissed.

"Aww, really? I thought you enjoyed our public display of affection."

"Okay, the latter," Gale grumbled after a pause for thought, and Astarion grinned like the cat that got the canary.

"I knew it, you little freak!" The blond kissed the brunet deeply. "And just to clarify; I love that you're an absolute freak."

Gale snorted inelegantly and gave Astarion a peck before taking his hand and tugging him back onto the path to walk home.

[what-the-fic-khr]

Hello I hope this ask finds you well! Happy to see the tea prompts again bc they’re so so so cute 🫖🥹

I have a fewww ideas.. bc I just love everything about your writing and I’m curious about your take on rooibos tea w/ Squalo orrr earl grey w/ Hibari (I absolutely adore the way you characterize himshdnshdjdh)

If neither of those suit your fancy, matcha tea with any character that comes to mind for ya? I’m excited to see your posts floating around again and know I’ll continue to love anything you pen for us🫧🤍

waaaaah thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it so greatly!!! I chose to do both because I’m in the mood to, and I’m so thankful for the support! I hope these are to your liking!

character/s: superbi squalo, hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: huh. nothing for once

prompt: tea prompts (rooibos tea, earl grey tea)

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Squalo’s either a huge fan of resting or hates it entirely. for the sake of this, it’s not resting per se, but… he likes to relax with you, very specifically. even if he’s working; being able to actually relax is rare, and nice. watch for if he removes his sword with you around; he likes to do maintenance on it with you around because it’s not stressful, not work, and with you. it’s a sign of comfort and vulnerability

You were complaining about something, rolling around on the floor beside him as you went on and on. He didn’t care much about all the movement; you maintained a good distance so you wouldn’t knock into him.

“Besides, it was stupid to begin with and if they’d listened to me in the first place it wouldn’t have happened at all!”

“Mhm.”

You glanced over at Squalo, stretching your arms out to rest your head on. He glanced up at your silence, and his shoulders slumped. This didn’t stop him from polishing his blade, the action repetitive, calming, like habit.

“What?”

He huffed when you smiled in that silly, dreamy way you did when you were enamoured with something. It still had to take some getting used to, seeing it directed at him.

“Nothin’. You look so nice and relaxed for once. Boss is gonna kick that out a window once you’re done.”

He grumbled something under his breath at this. It wouldn’t last very long, but still. He felt relaxed, for once. The soothing motions of sharpening and polishing his sword was a comfort to him. You rolling around on the floor like a kid was a comfort to him.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere for at least another half hour.” Your eyes started to light up at this, and he almost laughed at the way you started kicking your feet back and forth in the air. “You’re stuck with me until then.”

“Favourite thing to be stuck with.”

early grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

if he’s an adult, he’d be… a bit more normal lol. I think he’d be very careful while getting to know you, but he’d like to show you how strong and reliable he is. y’know, adult in the mafia kind of stuff. younger though, he’d be a lot more… of a loser about it. he’d want to make sure you can also look after yourself in the future with him! so he’d stick to you like glue at school, be suuuuper annoying and stuff. fight, probably.

“Can’t you go easy on me or something at least?!”

“Doing that won’t keep you alive in a real fight, will it?”

You made a loud noise of complaint, but you still got back onto your feet to return to your original position. Kyoya gripped his tonfa a little tighter, nodding to himself.

If you could not even get up and keep training, there would be no point in trying.

There was potential in you he knew was there, and he’d be damned if the one he’d grown attached to would get killed because you didn’t try to get stronger. It only made sense to him that the one who put you through this was him and no one else. No one else would take it seriously.

“Get ready, then.”

You whined, but steeled your shoulders. Your gaze on him sharpened, eyes narrowing, and he felt his lips twitch up into a smirk.

Exactly the spark he wanted to see.

[hassedah]

Hey hey, maybe it’s a silly question but what are the boys favorite drinks (besides blood lol)

You know like tea, cola, coffee, juice, hot cocoa. water… stay hydrated everyone ☕️

What boys like to drink :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

I like these types of questions because they're usually pretty quick to answer ^^. Here's the headcanons you requested! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

He doesn't always remember that he needs to drink to stay hydrated. Ethan and Beliath often remind him of this.

Vladimir mainly drinks tea, with a strong preference for green tea and rooibos, although he always puts a lot of sugar in it.

He'll tell you that he loves black tea and enjoys drinking Earl Grey, but in reality he hates it. Even as a child, he couldn't help but wince every time he drank it (although his parents would have supplied him with any other type of tea he could have asked for, but it was his father's favourite and he was determined to follow in his father's example). He continues to drink it to this day, much to the dismay of the other inhabitants of the manor.

He loves hot chocolate. It's his favourite drink in winter, even if he has a bit of trouble accepting it. He always feels like a child when he drinks it.

He also drinks a lot of hot apple juice when he goes to Christmas markets in winter.

He drinks a lot iced tea in summer. However, he remains fairly classic when it comes to flavours and drinks mainly green tea with peach.

His favourite fruit juice is orange juice, but orange juice without pulp. He'll never touch it if Beliath accidentally buys orange juice with the pulp.

Ivan has introduced him to bubble tea and he's having a bit of trouble deciding whether he likes it. On the one hand, tea with syrup is very good; on the other, he's always worried about choking on the tapioca pearls.

He hates the vast majority of sodas.

Béliath :

He's very careful to stay hydrated, especially since Ethan told him it's good for the skin. So he monitors his water intake to make sure he's drinking enough a day, and he constantly reminds the other members of the manor to remember to drink water (in fact he reminds Vladimir, Raphael and Aaron most of all).

He doesn't drink much tea, but he really likes black tea. In general, he drinks tea when Vladimir or Raphaël have made too much and he drinks it with them while chatting in front of the fireplace.

He rarely drinks hot chocolate, except on the coldest winter nights.

He is very fond of mulled wine, which he often drinks in winter when he wanders around the city during the Christmas market. However, he prefers it with lots of cinnamon.

He prefers to drink coffee, but he doesn't drink it as strong as Ethan does. He didn't like it at first, but since Ethan told him you could add a little milk to it, he drinks it much more often.

He loves most sodas. However, he has a clear preference for cherry cola. There's always some in the fridge at the manor.

He doesn't drink much fruit juice because he finds it a bit too sweet for him. However, he really likes pineapple juice and sometimes buys some for himself when he goes shopping.

Ivan :

Since being transformed into a vampire, he has lost a lot of sensation in his taste buds. However, he continues to take care to stay hydrated. He always has a bottle of fresh water in his room, which he makes sure to drink throughout the night.

He always puts syrup in the water he drinks, because even though Ethan insists that water has no taste, Ivan doesn't like the taste of water. He's tried many different flavours of syrup, but generally prefers grenadine or strawberry syrup.

He doesn't like tea. He tries hard to drink it, but he really doesn't like it. It tastes too bitter, despite the large amounts of sugar he uses.

He prefers to drink herbal tea, especially a candy tea that Béliath found in a small artisanal candy shop. He buys her some from time to time to please Ivan.

He often drinks hot chocolate (and he's Vladimir's excuse for drinking hot chocolate, after all, Ivan won't drink it alone). He likes to add marshmallows to his chocolate, whipped cream or chocolate coulis.

He's delighted to have given Vladimir and Raphaël a taste of bubble tea. He's even happier that Beliath has brought him some from his shopping.

He hardly ever drinks coffee, or only with a lot of milk. As with tea, he finds the taste far too bitter.

He loves sodas. He has a preference for Orangina and Coca-Cola.

Aaron :

He almost constantly forgets to drink water and it's even worse in summer. It's not his fault, he tries really hard to remember, but every time he does he ends up with a massive headache without understanding why, and it takes Ethan or Beliath pointing out that he hasn't drunk water for a long time to get him to think about it. He thinks it's a bit ridiculous, but as he's not the only one in the manor with this problem, he assumes it's to do with the fact that he's a vampire.

He never puts syrup in his water, but often drinks sparkling water.

He prefers herbal tea to tea, and prefers white tea to green and black tea.

He loves coffee, but he doesn't drink black coffee like Ethan, preferring Latte and Cappucino (especially Cappucino).

He is also very fond of Irish coffee, sometimes making it for himself and Ethan and more rarely for Béliath and Raphaël.

He rarely drinks hot chocolate. When he does, he always adds a little cinnamon or vanilla, and if he drinks one with Ivan, he always accepts a few marshmallows.

He quite likes fruit juices, but he prefers to make them himself rather than buy them ready-made. It allows him to mix the fruit he wants and he also finds it much less sweet that way.

Raphaël :

He often forgets to drink water, it's not deliberate on his part, he just can't remember. It was even worse when he lived alone and had to remember without anyone to remind him. Now that he lives at the manor it's easier for him.

He loves water, but he loves it even more with syrup. Ivan has introduced him to lots of different syrup flavours and he wouldn't be able to choose just one as his favourite. He loves lemon, grenadine, strawberry or mint syrup (especially in summer), kiwi, pineapple, blackcurrant or cherry syrup. Béliath is careful to vary his purchases so that there's always a different syrup to drink.

He drinks a lot of tea, but he doesn't have a favourite type. The only thing that matters to him is being able to add sugar.

He really loves lemonade.

He likes coffee, it's not his favourite drink, but he never turns down a cup, especially if he can add milk and sugar.

He loves hot chocolate at least as much as Ivan does. The stronger the taste of the chocolate, the better he likes it. He prefers hot chocolate made with real squares of chocolate and milk to powdered chocolate.

He often drinks soda, mainly because they're generally very sweet, so he really likes Coca-Cola, Fanta and Orangina.

Ethan :

He has noticed from observing vampires that the vast majority of them have difficulty feeling thirst. As a result, they are easily dehydrated. So he takes great care to stay well hydrated and often reminds the others to drink during the night. A small part of him thinks that doing this is ridiculous, but the other part constantly reminds him that he's a doctor, and if one of his friends were to fall ill he couldn't help but blame himself.

He really doesn't like tea. No matter what type of tea or how much sugar he puts in it, he really doesn't like it. The only thing that could persuade him to drink tea is a sore throat and even then, he'd put a lot of honey in his tea.

He loves coffee, and the stronger and more bitter the coffee, the more he likes it. He's the only one who can drink it like that in the manor, and the worst thing, according to Raphaël, is that he doesn't even put sugar or milk in his coffee. Ethan doesn't really understand what his friends have against the coffee he likes to drink - after all, it keeps him awake longer and he finds the smell really reassuring.

He also really likes the Irish coffee that Aaron makes from time to time.

He doesn't like hot chocolate. It's always too sweet for him.

He almost never drinks fruit juice, unless it's made by Aaron.

He doesn't like the vast majority of soda either, he often finds them too sweet for him.

Neil :

He's been feeling a bit out of sorts since he got out of the cellar. He's been so used to feeling thirsty for months that he doesn't really feel it now, and it always takes him a while to realise that he needs to drink water.

The beverage he drinks most often is tea. He has a slight preference for black tea. Depending on his mood, hhe may add sugar, but this is not always the case, as he generally prefers to drink his tea without sugar. He generally likes citrus-flavoured tea, with a preference for lemon.

He'll tell you he doesn't like hot chocolate, and in most cases that's true: he doesn't really like it. However, there is one exception. Neil really likes hot chocolate when it's served with marshmallows, whipped cream and a caramel coulis (he especially likes it for the caramel coulis).

He doesn't drink much coffee, although he does enjoy it. Like hot chocolate, he loves coffee with a touch of caramel, so he's unlikely to turn down a cup of coffee like that.

He really likes iced tea in summer. Neil's not too fussy about flavours, he's less keen on red fruit, but he'll always go for a citrus iced tea.

He drinks very little soda because he finds it too sweet. He might enjoy a glass of lemon cola from time to time, but he certainly wouldn't drink a whole bottle.

Léandra :

She needs to drink less water than a human, but never forgets to stay hydrated.

She always prefers a little syrup with her water because she finds the taste of water boring. She really likes strawberry syrup and mint syrup, but her favourite is still aniseed syrup.

She really likes hot apple juice. In fact, she knows how to make it very well and makes it very regularly in winter. She finds it very pleasant to drink it while sitting in front of a window watching the snow fall.

Her favourite hot drink is coffee. She has tasted all kinds of coffee, although she always prefers black coffee. She also likes espresso, or espresso romano, and Viennese coffee, which she loves to have with speculos.

She rarely drinks hot chocolate; in fact, it's usually coffee with a little chocolate that she drinks rather than real hot chocolate.

In summer, she likes to drink lemonade.

As with ice cream, she loves ginger tea, whether hot or cold. She often accompanies it with a little lemon and, more rarely, orange. She also likes to add a little honey, especially in winter.

Farah :

She takes great care to stay hydrated and to ensure that all the members of her pack always have water available. Farah always carries at least one full bottle of water in her rucksack.

She likes water without needing to add syrup, and she doesn't like sparkling water. She does, however, know how to make her own syrup, having learnt centuries ago, and is always happy to show new pack members how.

She's not a big fan of tea, she doesn't hate it, but she doesn't like it either.

She loves drinking hot chocolate, especially in winter. It's a time of year when she often stops with members of her pack in cafés to warm up. She's tasted lots of different hot chocolates because of this and she always has a preference for Viennese chocolate or any hot chocolate with either a little hazelnut or a little coconut or vanilla.

She loves hazelnut coffee. If she could, she'd keep a thermos of hazelnut coffee in her rucksack, but unfortunately that's not really possible, so instead she waits for a break near a town so she can go and buy some in a café as soon as the opportunity arises.

[jadeyharls]

👍 for a headcanon about things they like

👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

👍 for a headcanon about things they like

-Tea, dogs, and frogs obviously

-fruit and popcorn

-spicy food

- Peanut butter despite technically being allergic

- Plants and animals of most kinds

- Survival based and rpg games, largely more “cozy” ones but not always!

-Dinosaurs and robots

- Old cartoons. She likes newer ones too, but she has a soft spot for anything from the early 90s and before.

- Fun with guns

- Fantasy and Sci-fi

- S C I E N C E!

- playfully teasing people in a friendly way

-calling people silly nicknames (horsebutt, grumpybutt, goober, ect.)

- being picked up but like heck she will admit it

- classic rock

- getting pet

👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

- grapefruit

-bitter food

- chocolate flavored dairy

- contemporary realistic fiction

- seafood

- Jaspers specifically. She is actually okay with cats despite often joking about not liking them.

- Earl Grey, hibiscus, and rooibos tea.

- rap (sorry dave)

- loud noises

- bad thunderstorms

- bullies and jackasses

- people thinking less of her because of her dog half (she HATES her timelines Kankri because of this)

-Getting overstimulated without warning. She can handle it if she knows it is coming, but if not she can easily get overwhelmed.

-Feeling lonely

[bagheerita]

Get to know your mutuals!

Thank you for the tag @ladyaldhelm 🥰 (This has only been sitting in my drafts for a month 😅)

What's the origin of your blog title? My first cat's nickname, as she was a "house panther." She is immortalized as my icon. (At the time I set up tumblr/ao3 my main fandom was Avengers, and Black Panther is officially the best Avenger, i will not be taking arguments, so it was also a subtle fandom reference.)

OTP(s) + Shipname: I have whatever the opposite of an OTP is. In the Avengers fandom I literally wrote a fic about how I cannot stop from shipping everything, though frostiron, winterbaron, and thorki are the only things I still keep up with (in fanart, don't read much fic there anymore). I currently write SGA fandom mostly John Sheppard/Todd the Wraith (I think we're trying to make jodd work but i don't think there's an official ship name), but I'll ship Todd with almost anyone and my "first crush" in the fandom was shepdex. Lately I've been reading through the garashir tag in the DS9 fandom, mostly because I'm slightly obsessed with Garak and my top five ships in the fandom have like 10 fics between them and I already read all those.

Favourite colour: Among blue, red, and black I'll pick one depending on my mood.

Favourite game: I don't really play games. Sudoku on my phone if I'm bored and AO3 is down?

Song stuck in your head: "Wild" by Lucy Spraggan

Weirdest habit/trait? I am probably the least qualified person to call anything weird. I talk to myself all the time, does that qualify? Gandalf does it, so it can't be weird.

Hobbies: Writing. fostering kittens (I dunno is that a "hobby?"). Putting plants in the ground and watching the texas heat kill them, which in other places is called "gardening."

If you work, what's your profession? receptionist at veterinary hospital

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? Librarian. I went to school for it, but at that time I wanted to be a book dragon cataloger and just sit in the back and pet the books and not talk to people, which no one wants to pay someone to do. Now, I've realized I really like helping people find what they want, so it would be cool to work circulation. But like, not at a school, university, or corporate library, and not at a public library in the jurisdiction where i currently live. So. that limits my choices.

Something you're good at: organizing.

Something you're bad at: paying attention to things i don't like

Something you love: Reading and stories

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: honestly probably nothing, as I'm massively introverted and would get tired of any conversation/interaction fairly quickly. Given that I spend way too much time watching ASOIAF fan theory videos on youtube, I could listen to someone talk for hours off the cuff, particularly if it involved fan theories, world-building, and/or speculative alien biology, especially for the Wraith.

Something you hate: stupidity. more specifically narrow-mindedness and hatefulness

Something you collect: I don't really collect anything physical anymore as I've amassed too much stuff. but I do have tons of fan art I've saved and collected over the years.

Something you forget: PEOPLE'S NAMES FFS <prev. FOR REAL.

What's your love language? Latin.

Favourite movie/show: favorite is so subjective, i will literally give you a different answer tomorrow. um, i usually say my favorite movies are Fellowship of the Ring and An Ideal Husband, though I'll add Tarsem's The Fall and Star Trek: The Voyage Home to that. Shows? um if we're picking shows I rewatch a lot because they are good I'll say Leverage.

Favourite food: Tea, mostly black tea blends like Earl Grey (as long as it's not Twinings, don't know what's wrong with them but their earl grey sucks), chai, or almond. But I also like herbal teas, as long as they don't have chamomile or rooibos.

Favourite animal: my cat. He is literally(figuratively) my old man child

What were you like as a child? quiet, a stereotypical good child. teenage rebellion didn't hit until my mid to late 20s, thought it was still overall a quiet affair

Favourite subject at school? English

Least favourite subject: Precalculus

What's your best character trait? I'm very forgiving and literally cannot hold a grudge. (best/worst are extremely subjective, but i picked this because grudges sound very exhausting and i'm already very tired)

What's your worst character trait? I tend to think that people can figure their own shit out and that I don't have anything particularly meaningful or helpful to contribute to a decision/conversation

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? Financial stability... <prev. Agreement.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? I don't want to meet anyone, I want to observe them like bugs. Interacting with history, or any people in it, would be a terrible idea, but I wouldn't mind seeing events happen. I don't travel much in the regular way, so it would be cool to see pretty much anything (though I'm also thinking specifically of the Theran eruption because I have a fic I'm writing that references it 😂)

No pressure tags: (aka the last few people in my mentions) @annwayne @the-itzy-bitzy-spider @chaniis-atlantis @ your name here