#best iced tea

[sweetbunnytears]

[capsensislagamoprh]

Head cannon central.

As you know, I love the idea that Otabek comes from that OLD money. You'd have to look to see the signs, but they are there. So when he comes to stay with Yuri in his new apartment on a long visit, he low key puts things in there Yuri deserves, but would never get for himself.

One of said things? Yuri uses those Lipton tea bags in a cardboard box that's only good for poisoning your tulips and perhaps making long island iced. He says nothing, just suffers thrugh until Yuri has to go do something like ballet class.

Otabek goes shopping, with mutual agreement, so they can cut two birds with one skate. He gets all the things, including tea. He gets no less than eight of those fancy metal tins with different types of tea in each. The ones with like, twelve, maybe twenty silk pouches with fragrant blooms, herbs, and spices. Yuri is not ready for loose leaf, let alone custom blends. And he gets one very large box of cheep assed Lipton, because if that's what Yuri wants, that is what Yuri gets.

Yuri doesn't understand. Tea is tea. Until he sits with Otabek, watching movies, curled up under the same blanket, and smells the cinnamon and cream coming from Otabek's cup. When he thinks Otabek is not looking he steals a sip. Otabek goes to make himself a new cup. He's not getting that one back.

Yuri goes to dance class next week with a cherry blossom and honey tea in his reusable to go cup. Lilia starts to dig into him about coffee and how it's not acceptable. Yuri explains it's tea, perhaps a little to enthusiastically. He promises to bring Lilia a cup tomorrow so she can try it too.

Next time Otabek drives Yuri to dance class. He's got the tea for Lilia. As he hands her a bag full of several metal tins with classical, elegant flavors, she sips from the cup Yuri gave her. It's almost enough to make up for that exhibition skate. Almost.

As Otabek stands off to the side, admiration for the art of ballet clear in the way he watches Yuri dance, or perhaps for her prized student himself, quietly saying he'd be happy to send her a subscription for whatever flavors she likes, or she can pick out ones she'd like to try - he'd like to make up for disappointing her all those years ago...

Then he tells her how he knew her, Yakov, and how he first met Yuri. She reluctantly agrees. Let it never be said she's above such fine gestures of recompense. Her time is valuable, after all.

When she gets home she tries the creamed earl grey. Perhaps he's not such a bad boy after all. Inflexible, yes, but there must be something to work with if he has taste like this.

The Lipton winds up staying in the cabinet for years. It makes Otabek smile every time he sees it. Unused, probably decayed to dust by now. They even move it into their new place. It only ever gets used on people Yuri doesn't like. Like his tutors, and that one time Victor pissed him off so much he wasn't speaking to him for weeks.

Otabek adds things. Yuri doesn't understand them, until he can't remember not using them always. Like when they curl up under the same blanket to watch movies with a cup of cinnamon cream tea.

[robertphilip]

I feel like Robert and Giselle hardly, if ever, argue but if they do, they’re definitely the type of people who refuse go to bed angry at each other. They refuse to fall asleep until whatever problems they’re having are 100% resolved because they both really hate fighting, and the thought of going to bed angry just doesn’t feel right.

I also think they’re still really affectionate with each other, even if they’re maybe giving each other the silent treatment. Giselle will still slip her hand into his, and link their fingers together, despite the fact that he’s driven her crazy. Robert will still rest his palm on her lower back, and kiss her temple, even if she’s given him a headache. The love simply never goes away, even when they’re refusing to speak to one another.

and I also feel like the way they approach ending the silent treatment is different. Giselle is definitely better with her words, and I think she’ll just flat out say, “I’m ready to talk to you now.” But Robert, he’s an action man. I think he’ll excuse himself and make a bowl of ice cream, but purposely pick her favorite flavor, and cover it with her favorite sprinkles, and maybe some strawberry syrup. He’ll then return, take maybe one or two bites, then say, “Do you want the rest?” and Giselle, maybe she’s still not talking to him, but she nods, and slowly takes it anyway. She then sees it’s her all her favorites, maybe melts a little bit, and they finally start talking through whatever issues they’re having.

[birdbeep1s]

i've been so bad at posting lately but i PROMISEE we're still coming along!!! kept awake by the sudden, violent inspiration to draw another portrait

[pink-lemonadefairy]

bye bye july ʕᵔᴥᵔʔ 🌼🌱🫧🌸🦋🌻🌺🎨 you were lovely

[nox-in-a-box]

Wasting three hours in the library when I could have been sleeping.

[hellofanidea]

Here, have a scene from Parachute Infantry by David K. Webster.

It was about ten in the morning, and I was drunk already, because we were leaving Saalfelden for Kaprun, where we would start training in earnest. "Always in a rush," I muttered. "We have to finish the gin before we go. Here, have a drink."

He shook his head. "Second squad's outside already."

"Piss on the second squad."

"You're drunk," Winn said, slapping my back. "day and night." He laughed. One of the first athletes returned from Zell, he had helped mix and consume a pitcher of iced tea and gin while we prepared to move out. "That's the kind of squad leader I like." He lifted a tumbler and drank it down.

"Have a drink, Chris," I said. I poured the mixture into another glass until it spilled over onto the frayed reed rug. "I don't drink myself," I remarked as I lifted the pitcher, put its side lip against my mouth, and wet my face. "but I like to see other people having a good time."

[what-i-want-shitpost-vent-idklol]

[starsingeryao]

It was impossible to get around the crowd. A new collection of limited bangboo figures was available for buy today and people started swarming the entrance of Sān-Z Studio. Not only the Champion had a motorcycle parked in an alley on the other side of this sea made by human being, but he was carrying few bags of groceries and necessaries that the girls wanted him to get.

Arms were preoccupied and in one of them a milk tea that lighter bought on his way back to his bike. Now he started pushing his way through the crowd but it took only a second for somebody to knock the milk tea off, that soon landed on a dark - haired woman's dress.

Lighter felt his heart drop, he immediately stopped pushing through the crowd to make to apologize. " I'm terribly sorry, lady. Erm... Somebody pushed me I didn't mean to... destroy your dress. " it was terribly awkward.

This time. This time. No one will recognise her, especially when she put a lot of thought into her dress. Instead of the usual crimson corset dress that she often wore during her usual performances, now she's wearing the white corset dress fitted with her favorite accessories of course, it has to be perfect! And to top it off, she wore her sunglasses accompanied with a mask. The mask was a new addition since Eve pestered her to wear one after multiple blunders on blending into the crowd.

Astra noticed the crowd multiplying near the Sān-Z Studio, which peaked her curiosity, and so she inches closer right until she felt as if someone poured a drink on her attire.

EEK⋯is what she would say out loud if she didn't catch herself from yelping like a distressed squeaky toy. The confused singer caught a waft of sweetened milk, ❝ Is that… tea milk? ❞ but alas her self-muttering was interrupted by the apology of a man who is also donning sunglasses like her. Unsure how to respond, Astra stood there for what seems to be a forever 10 seconds.

[blistering-typhoons]

i think attending another drag show will fix me, scientifically

[guangchuans]

tried peach makgeolli today. it clears banana and grape EASILY

[deaths]

i will say i got iced tea from the cheesesteak place and its. its not that good. :(

[creampuffqueen]

my toxic southerner trait is that i think sweet tea is disgusting. it tastes like drinking actual syrup. i can only stand iced tea when it’s unsweetened

[birdbeep1s]

Y' managed t' withstand me this far.

Piss off, cap'n.

@rusttbuckett 's pirate captain Apollo with his first mate, Celean :D