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[deepak-1995]

Chai Break Podcast: Embracing Failure with Courage and Strength

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels perfect winter morning: a guide . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

hi angels! this winter i want to perfect my morning routine. i struggle alot with sleep and energy levels, especially during the first few weeks of winter so this guide is a perfect way for me to ensure i have enough energy to get on with a busy and full day and achieve all my goals! while i cant do all of this every day what i try to do is pick a few things to prioritise daily. i hope you enjoy this and find some good routine inspo! especially if you struggle a bit with slumps during the colder months. enjoy.

school/work days - 20 step routine . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 6:30 - 70:00.

open curtains and window (if not raining), let air circulate.

do a quick five or ten minute yoga/stretch routine while you watch the sunrise.

make bed (studies suggest its better to let your bed freshen with the sheets unmade first thing to stop the growth of certain bacteria etc).

dress.

clean teeth and floss.

drink glass of lemon water and salt (for natural electrolytes).

start packing lunch or snacks needed for the day.

make a cup of tea (my favourites are chai, green tea or matcha).

make breakfast (my go tos at the moment are turkey bacon and scrambled eggs, sautéed apple and yogurt or a porridge/oatmeal bowl).

clean teeth and mouthwash.

do am skincare.

style hair and jewellery.

make sure bag is fully packed.

journal for a few minutes and plan day.

read or listen to a podcast.

ensure all school work is up together/everything prepared for work.

fill up water bottle for the day.

set up room for when home, leave a cute lamp on, make sure your desk is tidy, lay out evening clothes etc.

put on motivational/winter playlist!

weekends - 20 steps . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 8 - 8:30.

open curtains and window.

ten minute yoga/stretch routine.

tidy room and make bed.

get dressed in workout clothes.

do a five minute oil pull then clean teeth.

drink glass of lemon water with salt.

make breakfast and a tea (i normally put mine in a travel mug).

fill up water bottle.

clean teeth and am skincare.

if weather nice go on a little morning walk (half an hour to forty minutes).

journal and light a candle, plan day.

workout (i aim to workout for an hour to an hour and a half on weekends).

have a shower.

body lotions/moisturiser.

file nails.

start any work/projects needed, aim to get all finished by end of morning.

during breaks read or listen to podcast.

start weekend clean of room, change bedsheets, clean surfaces etc.

spend time with family or friends!

i want my winter mornings to be slow and mindful, focused on caring for my body and mind and doing what i can to make this time of the year easier and gentle on every part of me! there are lots of complexities within these routines so consider this a fairly basic, un-detailed guide. i might try to make a guide for any changes i make during the winter/as it gets colder if that would interest you angels? thank you for reading and have a great start to winter!

love, m.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in Sept 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #66 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis / Harry -

🩵 Better is the End by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 26k, Greek mythology) Louis stands at the entrance to the labyrinth, and knows that this is the end. No one escapes from the labyrinth. No one can defeat the monster inside and make it back out alive.

🩵 Sugar, Sugar by @parmahamlarrie

(E, 25k, sugar daddy Louis) Meeting your soulmate was the most joyous event of one’s life… or at least, it’s supposed to be. Harry, in all of his 25 year old wisdom, was suspicious of the role fate plays in everyone's lives. He'd rather focus his time dating older men he meets off of a sugar baby website.

🩵 Break (Up)? Coming Right Up! by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(M, 14k, breakup) Louis promised Harry that they would always be together, but when Harry's dreams get in the way, will Louis be able to keep his word?

🩵 Like A Miracle by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(M, 12k, established relationship) Louis thinks he finally knows what it feels like to be truly nervous now that he has one very important question to ask his boyfriend. Part 4 of Marcel series

🩵 touch me baby, put your lips on mine by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 12k, pwp) the soft and sweet sex party fic with a dash of dom/sub dynamics and a LOT of public sex.

🩵 Smells Like TEAM Spirit by @persephoneflouwers

(NR, 10k, high school) Punk Louis and quarterback Harry have been secretly dating for years. Feeling overwhelmed by his commitments, Harry suggests a short break, fearing he can't give Louis enough time. As Louis reflects on his vulnerabilities, Harry struggles on the field without him.

🩵 This Ain't Red Wine by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 9k, supernatural) the one where Human Louis accidentally finds himself at a Vampire only party which actually turns out to maybe not be the worst thing

🩵 Haunting Beauty by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(G, 6k, ghost Louis) It’s 1988. Harry has just finished his first year of teaching English and looks forward to a relaxed break. Louis is a poltergeist and has different plans for Harry’s summer.

🩵 Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy by not_fitzwilliam / @not-fitzwilliam-darcy

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. 

🩵 we could be enough by @hellolovers13

(M, 5k, omegaverse) Louis never imagined anyone could love him for who he truly is. Then he meets Harry.

🩵 Only Angel by starryhaze / @starryhaze28

(E, 5k, pwp) the one where Louis is in Japan and stumbles upon a boy wearing angel wings

🩵 this cage was once just fine by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(T, 3k, uni) the one where Harry pines for Louis

🩵 A Tight Space by @haztobegood

(T, 2k, shapeshifter curse) Louis startles with a hand to his chest. “What the fuck was that?” “Oh, that’s the cat. I told you Liam found a stray a few days ago. That’s him.” “Are you sure that’s a cat?”

🩵 The Wilds - Timestamps by @jaerie

(E, 2k, omegaverse) The fact of the matter was that they were still bonded. And since they were just like any other bonded pair, Louis really wanted his knot. Part 3 of The Wilds

🩵 we could be the greatest team by 5sexualhomos / @hogwartzlou

(G, 1k, friends to lovers) Imagine your OTP accidentally and unofficially moving in together. Bonus points if they aren't dating at the beginning.

🩵 Singing Like a Bird 'Bout It Now by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 1k, meet cute) Dr. Louis Tomlinson is worn to the bone, but only has a few patients left before the end of the day. One of those appointments takes quite a few twists and turns.

🩵 The Ball Guy by @homosociallyyours

(T, 1k, humor) Harry is an unpaid intern on his first film set, and he's pretty excited to see that his number one celebrity crush, Louis Tomlinson, will be a part of the movie. He's on the call sheet for the day, followed by a very odd addition: a ball guy?

🩵 Wordplay 2024 (series) by @kingsofeverything

Nest (G, 100 words) Harry wakes up first. Tight (NR, 100 words) Louis comes home early. Carry (NR, 100 words) Baby bump. Press (E, 100 words) Louis asks for it. Interference (G, 100 words) Bottom of the ninth.

- Rare Pairs -

🩵 circling the truth by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 3k, Liam/Louis) Liam Payne has met his soulmate. He knows he has, because he woke up with his power this morning.

🩵 'Cause What I Want Came True by @lululawrence

(NR, 1k, Louis/Diego Luna) He’d known Diego was attractive, the few photos he had shared on the dating app had made that clear, but there was something about seeing him in person that made him feel… more.

[metamatar]

@digsdigsdigs asked me to list 5 boring things about me. I was made for this

1. i like when a bird is shiny.

2. i prefer black tea to masala chai. not because im drinking fancy black teas. no, the walmart brand assam stocked in the break room.

3. i use podcasts mostly as a sleep aid. i've gotten through only 30 minutes of the latest well there's your problem despite putting it to play 4 times atleast bc i've been tired. snork mimimi.

4. i last went to the club 5 months ago.

5. i love to organise the computer. dragging and dropping folders around is the point of a gui imo.

tagging @hungerpunch @hurricanewindattack @max1461 @ardl @eikotheblue

[disregardandfelicity]

just heard michael lucas say on the latest ep of his podcast that the newsreader season 3 wrap party was the other night and he specifically name dropped that chai hansen was there break dancing! which means....

gay tim from camera will return

[lavenderfairycow]

1. coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars

3. bubblegum

4. i was homeschooled

5. soda bottles

6. kinda preppy i guess?

7. earbuds even though i prefer headphones because i always break them and earbuds are cheaper

8. tv shows

9. the relief of rain within the drought

10. never took p.e. because dance counted in its place

11. bagel and fruit

12. right now it is called "audition anxiety? i don't think i know her."

13. lanyard

14. fruit snacks or anything mango

15. to kill a mockingbird

16. crossed legs

17. converse

18. foggy with light rain

19. all over the place, i don't have a solid answer for you there

20. my notebook and then i type up anything worth typing up on my laptop

21. emily dickinson

22. sufjan stevens

23. i never have anything to do with the number 3 especially before something important like an audition or an exam because of the curse of 3

24. amethyst

25. yellow by coldplay

26. think about cold weather

27. go walking in the fog with a hot chai latte and good music

28. hoax by taylor swift, to be alone with you by sufjan stevens, demi moore by phoebe bridgers, outta my head by m ward, should have known better by sufjan stevens.

29. making shared playlists

30. the paradise theater, my grandfather's house in centralia, washington, the side stage curtain in dublin where our lips nearly collided, but i hesitated.

31. spiderweb tights, black (faux) leather skirt, and black corset.

32. girl i barely remember vine 😂

33. you've got to be fucking kidding me

34. grammarly

35. 12-2 am

36. something about aquarius probably

37. suitcase

38. tea

39. lemon meringue without the pie

40. im an online student

41. my mom

42. pants pockets?

43. jean jacket of course

44. lavender and oat

45. fantasy

46. gray comfy shorts and a sports bra

47. do goldfish count?

48. mango!

49. "your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in" - ts

50. when she and i were fencing at rehearsal and i knocked hard into her so we both collapsed to the ground laughing and smiling at each other, our fingertips nearly touching.

51. i don't have my audition results back yet from friday, it's only sunday but im losing my fucking mind.

52. cambria

53. raw bitten nails, chipped scarlet polish, and they hurt from typing all night

54. i learned how to advocate for myself

55. snow white and rose red

56. my mom and i always make organic pumpkin muffins with a hershey's dark kiss in the middle for the autumnal equinox.

57. losing my home and town to wildfire, first (unrequited) love, academic pressure but it's the opposite because my parents want me to go to community college

58. writing poetry, painting with watercolor, persuasion, natural kindness

59. free gay hugs! free gay hugs!

60. i don't know anime that well

61. "is it better to speak, or to die?" - call me by your name (2017)

62. elio perlman, ellie chu, kate messner, rory gilmore, little dog, jane penderwick, luna lovegood.

63. i don't do clubs

64. pinterest, i lied about my age at seven

65. one on the palm of my hand

67. snowdrops and daylilies, also calla lilies

67. the number 17

68. meat

69. never wash your hair before an exam

70. right

71.triangles

72. math

73. strawberries and hot cocoa

74. 3

75. i don't remember, but i stopped at 13

76. crinkle cut french fries

77. aloe vera or basil

78. coffee from a gas station

79. school id photo

80. a mix of both

81. fireflies

82. pc

83. both!!!!!!

84. podcasts

84. barbie

85. mythology

86. cookies

87. the number 3, also rejection

88. to end up with my first love

89. my mom

90. quitting competition dance freshman year

91. bags

92. fairy lights, with lamps as a close second

93. mel and melly

94. autumn

95. spotify

96. western washington university campus

97. 5

98. shakespearean / elizabethan

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[basketleaftea]

Online Marketing Tips for Small Tea Brands – Basketleaf

In today’s digital-first world, even small tea brands need a strong online presence to grow and thrive. With the right online marketing strategies, you can attract customers, boost brand visibility, and drive sales without breaking your budget. This guide provides actionable online marketing tips tailored for small tea brands operating on  best businesses under ₹1 lakh or less.

1. Build a Strong Social Media Presence

Social media platforms like Instagram, Facebook, and WhatsApp are essential for building brand awareness.

Showcase Your Products: Post aesthetically pleasing photos of your tea blends, packaging, and brewing process.

Engaging Stories: Use Instagram Stories to poll followers, announce new blends, or offer limited-time discounts.

User-Generated Content: Encourage customers to share their tea moments and tag your brand.

Hashtag Strategy: Use a mix of trending and niche hashtags like #TeaWithBasketleaf to reach more people.

2. Leverage WhatsApp Marketing

WhatsApp is a powerful tool for directly communicating with customers.

Broadcast Messages: Send updates about new blends, offers, or discounts to customers.

Customer Support: Provide instant assistance and take orders through WhatsApp Business.

Exclusive Offers: Create a VIP WhatsApp group where members receive special deals.

3. Build a User-Friendly Website

Having a website gives your tea brand credibility and allows customers to explore your products online.

Keep It Simple: Use easy-to-navigate pages with clear descriptions and beautiful product photos.

Offer Online Ordering: Allow customers to order tea directly from your site.

Include Testimonials: Display positive reviews to build trust.

SEO Optimization: Use relevant keywords like “best business under ₹1 lakh” to improve visibility on search engines.

4. Sell on eCommerce Platforms

Expand your reach by listing your tea products on popular eCommerce platforms.

Amazon and Flipkart: Use their vast customer base to boost sales.

Meesho or Shopify: Platforms like these are great for small businesses looking to sell online.

Social Commerce: Sell directly through Facebook and Instagram shops.

5. Collaborate with Micro-Influencers

Influencer marketing is a great way to promote your tea brand without spending a fortune.

Find Local Micro-Influencers: Work with influencers who have 10K-50K followers and are active in your niche.

Offer Free Products: In exchange for reviews or social media posts.

Run Giveaways: Collaborate with influencers to organize contests that promote your products.

6. Use Email Marketing to Retain Customers

Email marketing is one of the most cost-effective ways to nurture customer relationships.

Collect Emails: Offer a small discount in exchange for customers’ email addresses.

Send Newsletters: Share updates about new products, offers, or tea tips.

Abandoned Cart Emails: Remind customers about items they left in their cart.

7. Run Targeted Ads on Social Media

Social media advertising can help you reach new audiences without spending much.

Facebook and Instagram Ads: Promote your products to tea lovers, wellness enthusiasts, and gift shoppers.

Target Locally: Run ads in specific cities or areas where your products are available.

Optimize for Conversions: Use clear call-to-actions like “Shop Now” or “Order Today.”

8. Use Content Marketing to Educate and Engage

High-quality content helps position your brand as an expert in the tea industry.

Write Blog Posts: Share articles on topics like health benefits of tea, chai recipes, or sustainable tea farming.

Create Video Tutorials: Show how to brew the perfect cup of tea or create iced chai at home.

Launch a Tea Podcast: Discuss tea culture, wellness, and entrepreneurship to engage your audience further.

9. Offer Discounts and Limited-Time Promotions

Online promotions are an effective way to boost sales and attract new customers.

Flash Sales: Offer a 10% discount for a few hours to create urgency.

Free Shipping Offers: Encourage larger orders with free shipping on purchases above ₹500.

Referral Discounts: Give customers discounts when they refer friends to your online store.

10. Track Results and Optimize Campaigns

Monitor your marketing efforts to see what works best and optimize your campaigns accordingly.

Use Google Analytics: Track website traffic, conversion rates, and popular pages.

Social Media Insights: Analyze engagement metrics to see which posts perform well.

Ad Performance Metrics: Monitor click-through rates (CTR) and adjust targeting if necessary.

FAQs

1. How can I promote my tea brand online with a small budget?

Use social media marketing, WhatsApp broadcasts, and influencer collaborations to promote your brand without spending too much. Create content that educates and engages your audience to build a loyal following.

2. Do I need a website to sell my tea online?

While a website adds credibility to your brand, you can also sell through eCommerce platforms or social media if a website isn’t feasible initially.

3. Are social media ads effective for small tea brands?

Yes! Targeted ads on platforms like Instagram and Facebook allow you to reach the right audience at a low cost. Start with small ad budgets to test what works best for your brand.

Conclusion: Grow Your Tea Brand with Smart Online Marketing

Starting a tea business on a budget doesn’t mean you can’t compete with bigger brands. By leveraging social media, eCommerce platforms, email marketing, and influencer collaborations, you can build brand awareness and drive sales effectively. With consistency, creativity, and smart strategies, your tea business can become one of the best businesses under ₹1 lakh.

[shw123]

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[shrutim12]

Traversing The Realm Of Ad-Free Music Streaming

In the ever-evolving world of music streaming, there's a silent revolution happening – the rise of ad-free platforms. As our playlists become the backdrop of our lives, the intrusion of ads can feel like an unwelcome interruption to the harmonious flow. So, let's dive into the realm of ad-free music streaming, where uninterrupted beats meet the melody of financial sense.

The Quest For Uninterrupted Melody

Ad-Free

Imagine this: you're grooving to your favorite tunes, the rhythm building, and then – a sudden break for an ad. The flow is disrupted, the vibe shattered. Ad-free music streaming rescues you from this plight, offering a sanctuary where uninterrupted melodies can flourish. No more abrupt transitions from your favorite track to an advertisement jingle. It's music without compromise.

A Budget-Friendly Sonata

Ad-free options often strike a harmonious balance between cost and content. These platforms are not just about eliminating ads; they're also about delivering value for your money. With affordable subscription fees, you can enjoy a vast library of songs without the discord of interruptions, making it a pocket-friendly choice for the discerning music lover.

Also Read: Discover Fresh Music Daily With These Apps

The Players In The Symphony

Gaana

Gaana, a leading force in India's music streaming scene, stands as the ultimate sanctuary for uninterrupted sonic bliss. Seamlessly fusing local Indian tunes with global hits, Gaana offers an ad-free subscription that goes beyond eliminating interruptions – it crafts a curated musical journey where every note is savored. More than just playlists, Gaana ventures into podcasts and original content, transforming into a cultural hub. Opting for Gaana's ad-free subscription isn't just about uninterrupted music; it's a concise, immersive exploration of curated soundscapes and cultural conversations, making it a maestro in ad-free music streaming that resonates with millions.

Amazon Music

In the landscape of ad-free music streaming, Amazon Music stands as a mighty river, promising an uninterrupted flow of melodies to its listeners. This platform, backed by the tech giant Amazon, offers a diverse array of tracks, seamlessly blending global hits with the rich tapestry of Indian music. With an ad-free subscription to Amazon Music, listeners can embark on a musical journey unmarred by disruptions, experiencing the pure essence of each note. The platform's commitment to providing an immersive sonic experience makes it a noteworthy player in the world of ad free music streaming, ensuring that the river of melody flows freely for those seeking an uninterrupted musical voyage.

Also Read: The Impact Of Music On Productivity And Concentration

Decoding The Melody Of Subscription

The Affordable Symphony

Subscribing to an ad-free music streaming platform isn't just about removing interruptions; it's an investment in an uninterrupted sonic experience. The subscription fees are akin to the price of a couple of cups of your favorite chai, making it an affordable luxury for any music lover. The value lies not only in the absence of ads but in the added perks that come with the subscription – higher audio quality, offline downloads, and an enhanced user interface.

Free vs. Paid

While free versions of music streaming platforms exist, they often come at the cost of ads. Upgrading to a paid subscription is like unlocking the full potential of your musical journey. It's not just about removing ads; it's about gaining access to a premium musical experience that transcends the limitations of the free version. It's a small price to pay for an uninterrupted symphony.

The Road Ahead

As we navigate the landscape of ad-free music streaming, the question arises – is it worth it? For those who cherish the seamless flow of music, who want to curate their playlists without the interruption of ads, the answer is a resounding yes. The road ahead promises a more immersive and enjoyable musical odyssey, where the melody takes center stage, unmarred by the static of advertisements.

Also Read: Transform Your Music Listening Experience With These Apps

Conclusion

In the world of music apps similar to Spotify, the ad-free experience emerges as a crescendo of harmony. It's not just about eliminating interruptions but about embracing a musical journey that flows seamlessly from one note to the next. So, if you find yourself yearning for uninterrupted melodies, consider diving into the world of ad-free music streaming – where the rhythm reigns supreme, and every beat is a step closer to musical nirvana.

[theeveningletter]

Tuesday, 01/03/2023 @11:59 pm - 12:16 pm

Last night's dreams: I dreamt I was in America driving in the snow. Except the car was covered in it and it was an open convertible. I was driving around two kids, who I felt bonded to, but I don't know who they are. I dreamt I was at home and that we had a cool canopy outside. And I was grabbing biryani for dinner with a bowl instead of a spoon because Popo thought it was more efficient. I soon woke up to what sounded like someone in my room moving the covers, but it was only the waves of the Avatar sounds I fell asleep to. Today I woke up earlier than usual. The waves woke me up between 9:30-10:00 am and from there I stayed in bed on my phone, read a few chapters of Howl's moving castle, posted on Instagram, and got out of bed at 12:00 pm.

Where I went today: Home.

What I ate today: For brunch, I had 2 eggs with parmesan cheese & chutney, shrimp & snow peas that mom made, and leftover black bean chicken from congee queen. I also had an orange pekoe tea with almond milk, and yogurt, I think. I snacked on toast and hot chocolate, and fries (which Alex made in the air fryer) with mustard and duck sauce between meals. Dad made me more tea (with milk, no sugar), and for dinner, we had pizza from Metro. Dad called earlier to ask what toppings we'd like and I put him on speakerphone while we (Chai li & Alex & I) told him our requests. Dad came home a bit earlier than mom. He wished me a happy birthday and told us to wait for mom before we started eating. Mom bought a tiramisu cake yesterday and today they sang me happy birthday and we had it after pizza.

What I did today: Not much. Stayed on my computer. Answered messages.

Media I consumed today: Howl's Moving Castle chapters 5 & 6, Episode #1 of Animation Happy Hour podcast.

Things I worked on today: I updated my resume and links on LinkedIn.

Things I’m grateful for today: Dad - he made me tea and bought us pizza for dinner. I even thought about having pizza before he called us to ask what toppings we wanted. My parents always remind themselves of what foods I'm avoiding - red meat and sometimes dairy. Mom - when I told mom and dad thank you for the pizza and cake, they brushed it off like it was nothing and that made me want to cry. Not because I feel ignored but because I am so grateful. I think today was the quietest birthday I've had in a while, but I think I needed the break from seeing too many people. I am happy with our quiet time spent together. Mr. Francis! - He always remembers to wish me happy birthday. He says he might retire this year and I hope he isn't too sad about leaving.

Closing Thoughts: I'm officially 22 and for some reason, that doesn't feel so crazy. I think I'm going to do a lot of great things this year. And that's not to jinx anything, but more to affirm it will happen. Thank you to everyone.

[csuitebitches]

Sick Routine

I’m sick. And I feel awful. I don’t really fall sick often but since I live alone, its more important to take care of myself because no one else will.

Here’s a list of things I do to recover fast.

1. Consume Vitamin C and proteins.

2. Steam your face. If you don’t have a steamer, boil some water on the stove, pour it in another bowl, hold your face over it (put a towel on your head to trap the steam) and BREATHE. Eucalyptus oil is a great addition if you have a blocked nose.

3. Keep your feet warm even if it’s summer. So wear those socks.

4. Eat. You need to eat even if you don’t feel like it. Your body needs it more than ever.

5. Hydrate. Drink teas, green teas, masala chai, anything that’s going to soothe you. Ginger, honey, lemon can be added.

6. For a bad throat, I swear by 1 tsp of turmeric and 1 tbsp of honey. Mix it and eat it. I do this about twice a day, once at night and once in the morning.

7. Eat more soup, curry based rice / noodles, risotto - something that’s not bread. I find bread irritating for my throat.

8. Salt water gargling for a bad throat >>

9. Black tea and cinnamon is a great remedy. Another great remedy is lemon juice, 1 tbsp of honey and warm water.

10. Sleep!! Better to not work out either if you’re feeling really bad. A walk isn’t a bad idea though.

11. Tiger balm. It’s amazing! Put it on your nose, forehead, chest, throat and watch yourself recover overnight.

But an issue I thought of immediately when I felt under the weather was - how do I continue my daily habits? I didn’t want to stop being consistent.

So I decided to make it easier.

I allowed myself to take the time off and sleep as much as possible. My eyes felt too heavy to read, so I listened to a short 3 minute podcast instead. I didn’t read in depth articles, I skimmed over the news headlines. I took a 5 minute walk instead of my 1.5 hour gym session. And I didn’t meditate because I didn’t feel like it.

It’s better to take a break and do all you can to recover fully and fast than keep going at full speed and feeling like utter crap for weeks.

[rosy-cheekx]

Heard you were looking for prompts :) 1 of 2 - From favorite tropes: Blind date set up by mutual friends! And maybe combined with "I'm speechless you're so beautiful" from the fluff & kisses (and other stuff) prompts. Go wild with it!

This will go to AO3 soon, but it was a lot of fun to write and a nice distraction from any hypothetical realities the TMA fandom may be experiencing. 

Double-Blind: 5K

Martin smelled like espresso. He wrinkled his nose and dusted his hands on his apron uselessly, as if doing so would rid himself of the months of coffee, cinnamon, and hazelnut baked into his skin.  It wasn’t all that bad, he supposed, except what was the point in using cologne if it was going to be immediately overpowered?

The bell above the door jingled and Martin jumped, pulled from his thoughts on cologne and what he would like to smell like, given the opportunity. Sandalwood, maybe? Tobacco and vanilla? The musky-sweet smells are nice, they have a nice mix of feminine and masculine to them, almost—

“Ahem.” An exaggerated clearing of the throat, once again whisking him from his distractions. Martin locked eyes on the woman across the counter from him, grinning mischievously. “Welcome back to Earth, Martin.”

“Oh! Oh. It’s just you. Hi, Georgie.” Georgie Barker, a regular customer, moderately well-known podcast host, and most importantly, one of Martin’s favorite people to see at the tiny coffee shop he spent more time in than his own flat.

“Just me? Excuse me.” Georgie pouted and crossed her arms, coily hair bouncing around her face as she shook her head. “I’ll have you know you should be grateful to see me this fine afternoon, Martin Koffee Blackwood!”

Martin grinned and dropped the act. “I always am, Georgie. But I told you, there’s not a—”

“Like I said, you should be happy to see me.” Georgie barreled on. “I have good news.” She cocked her head and pondered the chalk-covered board behind the counter. “Two chai lattes, please. And make one of them extra spicy?”

Martin rang up the order and passed two cups down to Rosie, all the while checking the door surreptitiously, ensuring a little chat wouldn’t hold anyone up. “Okay? Spill.”

Georgie’s phone was in her hand, and she waved it at Martin like it contained the secrets of the universe. “D’you remember my roommate, Melanie?”

Martin nodded, pursing his lips. “Vaguely. I thought you guys were dating.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to elaborate.

Georgie waved a hand dismissively, rolling her eyes. “Not the point. Anyways, she has a friend of a friend-“ Georgie frowned for a moment, “…of a friend who is looking to get back into dating. Mel says he’s short and nerdy and prickly until you get to know him. Apparently a real pain to work with according to the friend.” Georgie smirked and pulled a sticky note from her back pocket. “Thought maybe you’d want his number.”

Martin grimaced at the blue piece of paper as she smoothed it to the counter with a firm motion. “Wow, George. Really selling it.” It was his fault; they had bonded over being queer back in July when Martin had worn his gay and trans pride buttons and Georgie was proudly sporting her own pansexual patch firmly affixed to her laptop case. One lunch break discussing quirky exes later, their friendship had been sealed. Mentioning offhandedly that he was on dating apps and hating every minute of it seemed to have rooted itself in Georgie’s mind and had grown like weeds until she had taken it upon herself to become his personal wing woman.

“Do you even know his name?” Martin asked, regarding the string of numbers on the piece of paper in front of him.

Georgie blushed, shrugging apologetically. “Friend of a friend of a friend. Sorry mate. Melanie said he likes cats, documentaries, and-” she made air quotes with her fingers, “-being uptight.”

“Wow.” Martin chuckled in disbelief. “Really selling it here.”

Rosie sidled by Martin and set down Georgie’s lattes, who shrugged and picked them up after dropping a few coins in the tip jar. “You have his number. Just think about it, Blackwood. Melanie’s friend doesn’t spread the word about someone unless they’re something special.” She blew a kiss (clumsily, considering the cups requiring the attention of each of her hands) and made her way to the door.

“I just want you to be happy!” She called out as the January winds pulled her out the door and into the grey afternoon.

Martin chewed on his lip as he considered. January was always a tough month for him, and he had been feeling a little lonely recently. He really didn’t see anyone besides his coworkers, customers, and his mother. As much as he enjoyed his job, he wouldn’t call anyone there a romantic interest. He folded the sticky note and stuck it in his pocket as his next customer approached the counter. He did like cats, after all. Maybe that would be a good starting conversation.

--

Jonathan Sims groaned and shifted the stack of books in his hand as he inspected the knee-high table that was buried amongst the fiction books. He hated working the children’s section of the library. Although no food or drink was allowed, there always seemed to be crumbs everywhere. He was starting to wonder if children just manifested them. He made a mental note to come back with disinfectant wipes after putting the stack of child-suitable biographies away and turned, nearly walking straight into the chest of one Timothy Stoker.

“A-ah!” Jon jumped instinctively backward, clutching the books closer to his chest in an attempt to keep from dropping them. “Tim! Good lord, there’s really no need to be sneaking up on me like that.”

Tim grinned wryly and shrugged, taking half of the books from Jon’s arms. “Sorry boss, thought you heard me.” He gestured for Jon to lead the way through the half-sized bookshelves; an unnecessary act seeing as Tim worked the children’s library much more frequently than Jon did.

“I’m not your-” Jon sighed, deciding this wasn’t the hill he wanted to die on today. He made his way through the shelves, sliding books into their correct placements with practiced hands. “Do you need something?”

“Actually,” Tim checked a Dewey code and slid a book into a shelf a few rows down. “I don’t. But you do.”

Jon stared blankly, uncomprehending. Tim chuckled and gestured with a cock of his head towards the research section. “Melanie said she has a friend who has a friend she wants to set up on a date. And while normally, I’d jump at the chance-” he waved his left hand, the silver ring inset with tiny diamonds flashing in the fluorescents, “I’ve been wifed up and I don’t think my dear Sash would appreciate my going on a blind date with a stranger.”

Jon frowned, setting his stack of books down and eyeing Tim. “What, so I have to?”

Tim shook his head, a patient smile on his face. “No, no one is forcing you. I just think—well. It’s been a while since your last relationship and you’ve been a little…testy, recently.” The look on Tim’s face dared Jon to contradict. “Melanie says he’s apparently a really good guy, very kind and sweet and patient. I think his name is Melvin? I kinda tuned out after she wrote down the number she got from her friend.”

Jon scoffed, pushing his glasses up his face as if that would help him comprehend the absolute ridiculousness of what Tim was saying. “Y-You want me to go on a date with this guy, Melvin? Because I’ve been…grumpy? That doesn’t seem very kind to this mysterious date.”

Tim pursed his lips. “I just think you could benefit from seeing someone who doesn’t work here. I mean, we love you Jon, but god, you need to get a social life. I’m practically begging you.” Tim’s purse elongated into a pout, eyes going big and starry. Jon inwardly groaned. Tim was his oldest friend here at the library and he really never learned how to resist that face. Maybe he should ask Sasha.

“One date,” Jon promised. “I’ll do one date. And then you never set me up again.”

Tim grabbed the rest of the books Jon had set down and added them to his stack before whisking himself away down the aisles. “If we’re lucky, I’ll never have to!” He called down the aisles, grinning madly. Jon sighed and grabbed a small pink sticky note that had been stuck to the countertop, running his eyes over the numbers before slipping it into his pocket. He’ll call later.

--

Martin stared resolutely at the numbers on the blue sticky note, running his thumb over the curled edge of the paper, slightly stained from some sort of milk during the shift. Even his apron pockets weren’t foolproof. The underground was busy and he was jammed between an older woman who smelled weirdly like salmon and a man who seemed utterly too well-dressed to be on the tube. Elbows crammed into his side to keep from nudging anyone, he pulled out his phone and stared at the messaging app for what felt like several minutes. He typed the numbers into the message bar and watched his cursor blip in the body of the message.

Hey whats up?

No, that would be so weird.

Hiya, this is martin!

Georgie never said the man’s name, would this mysterious date know his?

Hey I think the alphabet is missing I and U together.

Gross. Just gross. Martin grimaced inwardly and chewed on his lip, thinking carefully before typing.

Hi! My name is martin. my friend gave me your number, hope thats okay. she said you were really nice and recommended we try a blind date. if this is too weird, I get ignoring it. but if youre game, I am! :)

As he finished typing, he heard the familiar robotic voice of the tube announcing his stop. Quickly, Martin shoved the phone in his pocket and carefully forced his way through the crowd and onto the platform, mind cast to what he had accessible for dinner.

----

It took Jon a few days, until Saturday, to remember to call the phone number they had been given. They could text, they supposed, but they always appreciated hearing someone’s intonation a little better. Especially a stranger, ugh, they shuddered at the idea of not being able to decipher the tone of this Melvin. It was half-past 11 when they decided to call, hoping this would be late enough in the morning to not wake him up.

The phone rang momentarily before a surprisingly feminine voice answered the phone. “Hello. This is Rosie. You’ve reached Swirl Café and Bakery.”

Well shit. This was not what Jon expected. They stumbled over their rehearsed speech, trying to scramble words together in a way that made sense. “Uh-sorry, I must have the wrong number. I-I was trying to speak to Melvin?”

“Mmm, sorry. No Melvin works here. We have a Martin, but he’s off the clock. Would you like to speak to our manager?” Rosie’s voice was clipped and courteous, but Jon could hear the bustle of voices in the background. It must be their weekend rush.

“Ah-uh, no, no thank you.” Jon shook their head into the phone, before remembering that did not translate aurally. “It’s alright. Thank you anyways.”

“Sorry, mate. Thanks for calling!” The dial tone droned on for a moment before Jon hung up, sighing and pressing the heels of their hands into their eyes. That was a waste. Melanie must have been playing them; Jon knew they generally didn’t get along, but they didn’t realize she would stoop so low. Honestly, shame on themself for getting excited about a date.

Later that evening, Jon was cooking and listening to music through the speaker that balanced precariously on a shelf next to their stove. The music was low, with a variety of orchestral instruments and sultry, smooth voices. Jon’s eyes were half closed as they stirred the curry in the pan in front of them, letting the music and heat of the kitchen entangle them in a sleepy feeling relaxing their whole body. As the cello in the song dipped low and resonant, Jon stood still, letting the music sweep them away—

They jumped as the ringer alerted them through the speaker that they had received a text, glaringly electronic compared to the rich notes of cello and viola that had been so rudely interrupted. Sleepy feeling gone as adrenaline washed through their body, Jon sighed and retrieved their phone, checking for the message.

An unknown number flicked across the screen:

Hi! my name is martin. my friend gave me your number, hope thats okay. she said you were really nice and recommended we try a blind date. if this is too weird, i get ignoring it. but if youre game, I am! :)

i meant to send this a few days ago but I never hit send. sorry ab that! rosie said someone called the café asking ab me and i assumed that was you bc i wasnt expecting anyone else and no one involved in the blind date thing ever asked for my mobile number.

if it wasn’t you, oops! either way it reminded me that i had never texted you. :)

Jon squinted at the screen as they read the messages a few times over. That was…a lot of words. So his name was Martin. It was certainly nicer than Melvin. Jon agonized over their words as they typed out a response.

Hello Martin. That was me who called the café…I hope it didn’t cause problems for you. Blind dates aren’t usually my thing, but my coworkers think I need to get out more. I’d be happy to meet you for dinner or coffee. Even if we don’t get along, we can say we’ve done it.

Unless, of course, you’re rather sick of coffee. I prefer tea anyways.

…not “done it” done it. Just. Had the blind date.

Jon winced at their follow up texts. God, that was embarrassing. Martin probably didn’t even take it that way until they bothered to clarify. They shook their head, warding away the growing anxiety in their chest and tucked their phone in their pocket as they turned their attention back to the simmering curry. Jon had embarrassed themselves enough for one night.

----

Martin chuckled at the texts that came through; one slow and the two follow-ups rapid. He could feel the awkwardness through the messages, desperately trying to give a good impression. He chuckled to himself as he set down his dinner plate.

dinner sounds perfect. but same about the tea! and about the coworkers tbh, my friends think im making friends with the espresso machine. which, i am, but only bc its good company haha.

btw i never got your name?

Martin’s phone was silent the rest of the night, as he plodded his way through a mediocre dinner and shower before settling into his armchair, desperate to work on his poetry. Words came slowly to him recently, thoughts about the world and darkness and the intersection of fall and winter. He really should up and move to somewhere warmer, he thought to himself, before laughing the notion away aloud. Yeah, right. He rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the poetry prompts book he had found at the charity shop. “Use noncolor words to describe a color.” Great. Martin settled back and tried to focus, but kept finding himself checking his phone impulsively, the foamed latte art he’d photographed, one of a cat he was particularly proud of, stared back at him judgmentally.

As he drew his evening to a close, Martin almost missed the buzz of his phone, now plugged in by his bed, as he brushed his teeth.

Congrats on the espresso machine. And my name is Jon. Anywhere you want to go for dinner?

________________________________________________________________

Jon hesitated, thumb hovering over the icon that would open a video chat with Tim. He didn’t want to come off nervous, but… he was.

Texting had been going well. Martin was good at keeping the conversation going and genuinely seemed to enjoy the long texts Jon had sent regarding his irritations with the research he was conducting as a part of his master’s in literature, asking him questions about details Jon had added for context. Martin was easy to talk to, too, he always seemed to have an opinion on subjects but always ones Jon was happy to hear, even if he was objectively wrong about spiders and oolong tea. Martin had sent an awkward text, letting Jon know he was trans and that if that was a dealbreaker he should tell him now, one Jon had blushed over and responded that he was nonbinary himself, and that it certainly wasn’t. The “okay fantastic! :))) remind me of your pronouns? he/him for me.” that followed it up had made Jon’s heart sing.

They had agreed to meet at an Italian place, equidistant between their flats and not too fancy. Martin had commented about getting ice cream after, but Jon wasn’t sure if he was joking or not, since it had also been a jab about Jon’s preference for rum raisin. Thus, he was staring at his wardrobe, paralyzed with indecision. Tim had offered to help, which Jon had initially rejected since he’s “not a child Tim, I’ve dated before. And I know how to dress myself.” But lord if he wasn’t wishing for someone to lay out his clothes and tell him to behave. He grimaced and jabbed the video chat button, bracing for the onslaught of teasing to come.

----

Martin adjusted his collar for what must have been the twelfth time, sucking on his lip as he waited at the reserved table. He hadn’t been there long, no more than five minutes, but his anxiety had been building up all day and a part of him was absolutely certain Jon wasn’t going to come. Neither of them knew what the other looked like; what if Jon saw him and had dipped out immediately? He was wearing mint green, as he had promised, so Jon would recognize him, and brought a bouquet of daisies, mostly because it felt weird not to bring anything, but he didn’t want to be too romantic. Not roses or anything. Besides, Jon said he liked daisies, said they reminded him of an old friend. Martin hoped it wasn’t too weird. He brushed his auburn curls out of the way of his eyes, part of him regretting not having gotten a haircut first, but he tucked those thoughts aside as he surveyed the restaurant from his vantage point.

He blinked in confusion as he watched long curls make their way towards him. Dark black hair, streaked with white, half bunned up in the back and rest left to hang loose, skimming purple-covered elbows. Martin wasn’t sure if they were wearing flowy grey pants or a skirt, but either way, the faint black pattern to them was stunning and Martin couldn’t help but watch the swoosh of the hemlines. As the person got closer, Martin realized they were tiny, stylized eyes.

“Ah-you’re Martin, right?” It took Martin a second to realize this absolutely beautiful person was talking to him.

“hmm—Oh! Yes! You must be Jon.” Martin stood, unsure whether he should shake Jon’s hand or hug him or? But Jon solved the problem himself by sitting, and so Martin did as well. “It’s nice to finally meet you…in person, that is,” he added, grinning shyly. “You look lovely, by the way.”

Jon blushed. “Ah, thank you. Y-You too. O-or handsome, whichever you prefer.” He sipped his water and fidgeted with his hands, eyes flicking around the room nervously before coming around to rest on Martin.

Martin shrugged. “A compliment is a compliment, they all work. Speaking of—what pronouns are you feeling today? I remember you saying it varies.”

Jon shook his head slightly. “I’m not going to pitch a fit either way, but ‘he’ is just fine.” It was nice to be asked. The library respected his pronouns, of course, but something about Martin going out of his way to make sure he was on the same page was… It made Jon’s heart thud deep in his chest.

They made small talk about the travel, the weather, Italian food preferences until the waiter came and relieved the tension. Martin felt his shoulders relax after they both ordered; it felt more real somehow.

“So,” Martin asked, sipping his water demurely, a smile tinged on his lips. “Melvin, huh?”

Jon choked on air for a moment. His mouth gaped open and shut again and Martin couldn’t help the grin overtook him. Jon’s embarrassment was sweet; his cheeks flushed and he bowed his head slightly. It was a lovely look on him. “For the record, that’s what I was told by my coworker, Tim.” Jon made air quotes with his fingers. “‘Melvin or something.’ Who was I to question your name?”

“Right, and I’m glad you respect names ‘n’ all. But Melvin?” Martin chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “I’m not the decimal system guy.”

“Nn-mmm,” Jon shook his head, nose wrinkled in a way Martin found particularly cute. “That’s Melville. Melville Dewey.” Jon emphasized, back straightening. “Distinctly different. I’m a librarian, actually.”

“Oh!” Martin blinked. “That makes sense. You work with Melanie, then, I assume?”

Jon grimaced again. “Unfortunately.”

“She’s not that bad!” Martin insisted. “I’ve met her once or twice and she’s been very polite.”

Jon rolled his eyes. “For someone who’s getting a degree in parapsychology, she seems very judgmental.”

“Oh? And what are you studying again?”

“English Lit-hey!”

Martin grinned behind his glass of water. “Just saying, I haven’t met an English Lit student who wasn’t obscenely pretentious.”

Jon faltered for a second and slumped his shoulders in defeat, though his voice still seemed to carry humor, albeit dry. “Unfortunately, I am no exception.”

“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Dinner arrived smoothly, shrimp scampi for Jon and eggplant parmesan for Martin. They ate slowly, chatting more about Jon’s graduate degree, Martin’s affinity for fiction and poetry, and their shared interest in tea.

“So, are you vegetarian?” Jon gestured to the eggplant on Martin’s plate. Martin wobbled his head slightly, not quite a negatory shake of the head.

“It’s complicated. My mother has—had—a sensitive stomach so we didn’t eat meat growing up. I think that turned me off the taste. And there’s something about the texture,” he shuddered. “Weirds me out.”

Jon’s eyes were sharp, boring holes into Martin’s in a way he should have found alarming, but instead found soothing. “Mine, too.” His tone—softer, almost reverent, clued Martin in: he wasn’t talking about being vegetarian.

Martin nodded, and gently placed a hand on Jon’s, the one that hovered near his drinking glass. “I’m sorry.”

They were quiet for a moment, Jon’s hand was small and warm under his, and Martin could feel a thin silver bracelet clinging to his wrist. Martin was amazed by how perfectly his fingers rested over Jon’s, how nice it must feel to hold hands with him on a walk or side by side against the world. Jon cleared his throat suddenly and reached for his glass, gulping down water while staring steadfastly at his plate.

Martin felt his own blush rise through his cheeks and pushed a stray noodle around his plate. “So, here’s a question,” he began, eager to clear the tension. “You said earlier your friend Tim gave you the number to Swirl, right? I don’t know a Tim. So how did he know me?”

Jon frowned, cocking his head. “Technically, I got the number from Tim but that was via Melanie. She said her roommate was friends with…well, friends with you.”

“Mmhmm, that makes sense. I know Georgie from the coffee shop.” He was about to continue when he saw absolutely paralyzed look on Jon’s face. “You…you alright?”

Jon was stock still, pausing the forkful of shrimp that was en route to his mouth. “Sorry, Melanie’s roommate is Georgie?”

Martin nodded slowly. “Yeah, Georgie Barker, that podcaster. She gets her an extra-spicy chai latte from Swirl most days and that’s about the most I know of the relationship. Why, you know her?”

Jon put the fork down, shrimp forgotten, and sighed, running his thumbs along the bridge of his nose, pushing his thin-rimmed glasses up to his eyebrows. “Y-yes, she’s kind of…my ex.”

It was Martin’s turn to freeze. “Sorry?”

“Mmm, yeah, we decided we were better as friends. It was back in Oxford. But I don’t exactly see her often much anymore.” Jon winced at his own words, as if he knew how bad they sounded.

Martin sat back in disbelief, chuckling to himself. “Y’know, she said you were a ‘friend of a friend of a friend.’ D’you think she even knew it was you?”

Jon cocked his head in thought. “I guess not. I mean, I think the whole library staff has been gunning for me to relieve some tension. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been looking for a blind date for me for months now.”

Martin grinned, eyes sparkling. “Well, no matter. It was lucky for me.” Lucky again, was Martin, when he was rewarded with Jon’s warm blush.

----

The bill had been a painful affair, with both Jon and Martin vying for the privilege of paying. Martin struck a deal: he’d pay for the dinner, and Jon would pay for ice cream. Jon knew the differences would widely outweigh when it came to cost but he relented, and the self-satisfied smirk that blossomed over Jon’s face was payment enough.

Martin pointed out the ice cream parlor was a few blocks away and, though it was January, they decided to walk. The fresh snow on the ground glinted against the orange street lamps, and Jon laughed under his breath at the way Martin took great care to step on any unusually large clumps of snow, like he had a personal vendetta. When Jon’s chuckle had made it past the scarf he had wound round his neck and mouth, Martin had glanced over, embarrassed.

“I like the sound of it,” he mumbled, suddenly very meek for a man his stature. It was, regretfully, endearing. Martin was tall, but he was big too, and it was obvious underneath the layer of soft cashmere and chub, there was rigid muscle, and beneath that still, a gentle heart. Jon was struck by him, in more ways he had prepared himself for, and it felt second nature to slide his gloved hand into Martin’s and give it a solid squeeze of acknowledgement.

“Do you think it’s too cold to get ice cream?” Jon asked, watching a cloud of breath float by his lips.

Martin shrugged. “Technically? Yes. But who’s going to tell on us?” Jon swung their entwined hands a little. “Unless…you don’t want to?” Martin added, eyes locking on Jon’s before his head followed.

Jon shook his head. “No, I want to. I believe we have a debt to settle and I have a personal score involving rum raisin.” Martin beamed, clearly pleased, and Jon was certain the snow around him melted right off with the warmth of his smile. Jon leant into Martin’s side a little, and they continued in silence until they reached the ice cream parlor, the entrance to which glowed with pink and white LEDs.

Jon smugly ordered a scoop of rum raisin and was delighted to find Martin “didn’t hate it,” though he insisted his mint chip was better. That was genuinely the best Jon could hope for; not even Georgie in all her unusual tastes enjoyed his rum raisin sensibility. “My grandmother loved it when I was a kid,” he explained between bites, stirring the ice cream with his spoon. “It was the only flavor she kept around the house.”

“Not even vanilla?” Martin gasped in mock disbelief. “Any sensible person would say you’ve been tricked into enjoying it.” Jon chuckled and elbowed Martin mildly.

Jon found himself lingering over the bowl, realizing that the end of their dessert meant an end to the date. Martin seemed to be acting similarly, putting his spoon down between bites and taking more and more thoughtful swallows between their bouts of conversation.

“You-you took the tube here, right?” Jon asked, setting his finally-empty bowl off to the side. At Martin’s confirmation, Jon clenched his fist below the table. “Do you want to walk to the station together?”

Martin’s eyes lit up, nodding eagerly. “I had meant to ask, actually! I wanted to make sure you got there safe.” Jon winced at the blush that overtook his cheeks, though it was easy to blame it on the chill of the ice cream and the frigid night.

The walk to the tube was longer and the pair, heavily sated by pasta and dairy, were quiet, making soft comments about the snow or the odd remaining Christmas decorations, hands clasped tightly and shoulders pressing into the other. The fluorescents of the underground shone brightly, normally a beacon calling travelers home in the night, but to Jon it felt like a dreadful curse. He truly hadn’t expected to enjoy his evening with Martin so much, but they had just clicked. It felt like a shame to let it go.

Swiping their cards, Jon and Martin passed through their respective turnstiles and stood at the bisecting tunnels through which the various lines waited to take them home. They faced each other in silence, hands still interlocked, unsure of how to begin.

“If you’d like to,” Jon murmured, eyes shifting focus to Martin’s curls, plastered to his forehead from the snow; his collar, peeking through his coat; the way the shell of his ear seemed to have a nick missing (was it from a childhood accident? Just the way it was grown?). “I’d like to go out again.”

Martin squeezed Jon’s hand, and Jon’s eyes flitted back to Martin’s own; they were grey-blue and reminded Jon of his childhood sea. “Mmhmm, yeah.” Martin rolled his eyes at his own words and tried again. “Yes, Jon, I’d love that.” Martin moved to hug Jon, a gesture Jon eagerly accepted, relishing the warm arms encircling him and the feel of Martin’s chin resting on the crown of his head. As they pulled away, Martin’s eyes flitted across Jon’s face and the hand around his back moved, cautiously, to rest on the side of Jon’s neck.

“I…I don’t want to presume,” Martin said quietly, and Jon was distinctly aware of how empty, how big, the station was. “Is it okay if I kiss your cheek?”

Jon blinked rapidly, nodding wordlessly, before clearing his throat. “Ah, um, yes. Please.”

Martin’s smile was soft as he pressed his lips to the apex of Jon’s cheekbone, almost into his hairline. Jon was sure the blush that rose across his face this time certainly couldn’t be explained away by the snow, but he honestly wasn’t really sure he cared.

[sou-ris]

This is probably one of the rare times I’m writing in English on here (and with proper capitalization), but I just wanted to get my throughputs out easily without feeling like I’m struggling for every word (sè trè dificil pou mwen pafwa). Constantly looking for content to listen to is so hard because the vocabulary is either too tough for it to be comprehensible input for me or there’s nothing I can watch that I’m truly interested in. Yeah, I can try to listen about atis mizik (music artists) or nouvèl (news), but I don’t know any of the artists and the news stories can be filled with so much mizè (misery) that it can be too much for my mental. There are no cartoons to watch like other very popular languages either. Then, I realise how much I don’t really know. I can understand my parents clearly when they pale kreyòl avè m (speak creole with me), but I get anxiety around others and lose almost all comprehension, even with the videos and podcasts.

While I am frustrated, I love this language so much. It reminds me of my parents, especially my dad ki travay di (works hard)! I love my heritage language and want to pass it down to my kids and to especially respond completely in the language fluently when talking to my dad (who talks to me in Creole even though I respond in English, which is what I love about him!). I don’t want to give up. I already took a big break, but I guess I’m feeling lost and frustrated. I try to take it easy, men mwen santi trist paske m pa ka konprann ki sa m tande (but I feel sad because I can’t understand what I’m hearing).

Either way, I’m going to keep going. Men anpil, chay pa lou 🫶

[zephyoongist]

jeon jeongguk thought you were wonderful. like daisies in a open meadow, autumn leaves and pumpkin chai latte. 

you liked listening to meditation podcasts whilst you sit on your yoga mat at veranda, basking in the morning sun that gives a sort of glow to your skin. 

poetry and art are two of the things he associates you with even though he often sees you in a pencil skirts and deep garnet lipstick when you jokingly tell him he has to get his ass out because you can’t trust him to not steal one of your plants if you leave for work and let him stick around until he’s awake enough to leave himself.

you don’t mind that he does gigs instead of a 9 to 5′s. 

and despite your glaring ideas about art, he still sees you in the crowd, smiling and bobbing your head to the beat that he produced.

if jeongguk didn’t know any better, he’d say you’re in love with him.

except when asked “what are we?” (of course, it’s him who asks), you would always giggle and look at him with eyes that can break him apart over and over again - yet he’d still keep coming back to you.

“us?” he wonders what the word tastes like on your tongue - is it as sweet yet heart wrenching like it tastes for him?

“we’re people who appreciate art.” you say.

jeongguk’s 99.9% sure that means ‘we’re fuck buddies’ in the common speaking term.

but he doesn’t mind, because that means you think of him as an art worth holding and beholding.

and that’s enough.

for now.

[its--fandom--darling]

Sugar, Spice and more Spice

Pairing: Barista!Seb Stan x Reader

Prompt: “Sugar, spice and....more spice.”

Warnings: None, this fluffy as hell.

Rating: E or Everyone

The bell over the door clanged as you pushed open the door eager to escape the fall chill. The new cozy shop you’d heard so much about was cozy and warm, with it’s smell of coffee filling the air so thickly it could give you a buzz. You looked around taking in the antique wood paneled walls and deeps shade of navy blue spread around the room. You spotted an oversized, mustard yellow chair in the window that was calling your name. The last rays of the afternoon were casting their shine over the spot and you couldn’t wait to sink into that chair and get off your feet. You pulled out your phone to load up a podcast just as the cashier called out a “next”.

              “What can I get you, doll?” He asks, as you fumble with your phone and look up quickly.

“Um, I’m not sure, I’ve never been here before but I like anything that has sugar, spice… and more spice.” You say, glancing over the intricately decorated chalkboard menu behind the counter.

              “Well then, I’ve got a few suggestions. We’ve got our signature Cayenne Hot Cocoa, our pumpkin spice or a chai latte.” He rambles.

You tear your gaze from the menu to look at the him and freeze as you seen one of the handsomest men you’d ever seen standing before you.

              “Um, I’m sorry, I really don’t know.”

He chuckles, “It’s ok, if you’re not sure, I can surprise you with something I think you’ll like and if you don’t I’ll give you a full refund and a drink of your choosing.”

              You wet your lips and glance at the chair that’s calling your name. “Ok, I guess I’ll do that.”

He beams at you, “Great! Just need the size and your name.”

              “Um, I’ll take a medium and you can call me (y/n/n).” you murmur, feeling self conscious as the people behind you in line start to grow restless. The barista, whose name you noticed was Sebastian, according to his nametag, didn’t seem the slightest big ruffled or angry with your indecision. He was all smiles and floppy curls as he begin to bustle around behind the counter.

              “You can go claim that chair you’ve been eyeing. I can bring your drink over when  I’m done, doll.” He says, startling you slightly.

“Oh, um, ok. Thanks Sebastian.” You mumble.

              He smiles at you over the counter as he flips a whip cream can in the air and catches it with ease, “Call me, Seb, doll.”

              “ok, thanks seb.” You say before scurrying through the tables to reach the window seat.

The chair is just as comfortable as you imagined and sinking into it was like hugging an old friend. You let out a sigh as you settled in, pulling out your headphones and plugging them into your phone to start the most recent episode of your favorite podcast.

              A few minutes later, Seb breaks you out of your reverie. “One sugar, spice and more spice for (y/n/n),” He says smiling at you. You look up and return the smile.

              “Thanks, Seb.”

He waits, “Well, I’m waiting on your verdict, doll.” He says, shifting his weight from foot to foot and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh,” you murmur, taking the cap off and taking a sip. At first taste, the sugary blanket of whipped cream hits your tongue until it’s pushed away by the spicey warmth of a extra spicy chai. You almost moan in pleasure at the combo of flavors.

              Sebastian watches you intently as the experience the delicious concoction. “So?” he asks, excitedly.

“It’s delicious, seriously it’s so good,” you gush, smiling at him.

              “Phew, good, I’m glad that you like it. It’s an extra spicey dirty chai latte  extra cinnamon, ginger, a pinch cayenne powder, a dash of black pepper for good measure.”

You lick your lips and take another sip. “It’s really good. Thank you, it was just what I needed.”

              He smiles and rubs the back of his neck again. “Think I should put it on the menu?”

You think for a moment and nod, “I think so.”

              “Good, because I already did.” He murmurs, point at the board. 

You lean forward and twist to look at the chalkboard and smile when you see “The Sugar, Spice and more Spice” written on the chalkboard in fresh chalkboard paint.

“Seb, are you serious?”

             “Sorry, the handwriting isn’t as nice. My buddy, Steve, handle the menu decorating, but I had to add this.”

“Well, I’m honored. Thank you.” 

              “Your welcome, ya know, I think you might just be my muse, so maybe, call me sometime.” He says pointing to your cup.

You glance down to your cup and spy his number with a little smile next to it. He winks at you as the bell chimes and he heads back towards the counter. “Think about it, doll, I’m free Thursdays.”

You smile and sip your drink again. This was officially your favorite coffee shop.

Tagging: @salimahbicharara-comun @supersoldierslover @persephone-is-here-omg @soldatsaleannan @angryschnauzer

[excelsi-or]

27/07/25 - brokenhearted (woozi)

w.c. 956 (fluuuuff)

BIPOC rec: The weather’s been really nice in my area lately and I’m trying very hard to get back into fitness. The wonderful AOC posted about GirlTrek’s Black History Bootcamp, a 21-day meditation walking podcast. They talk about a different Black woman who has impacted history. It’s hosted by two women, Vanessa Garrison and Morgan Dixon. And it’s getting me outside and for 30 min walks. 

May 20, 2025

July 27, 2025

There’s no sound in the apartment other than the occasional rustling on the couch as Jihoon moves around to get comfortable and the pattering of the rain outside. The windows are open to let in some cool air; both of them are in hoodies, sweatpants, and socks. It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon, something they had agreed on having two weeks ago.

She has her sleeves rolled up and a large piece of watercolour paper in front of her. After an impromptu art date (Seungkwan had signed the lovebirds up for a class for her birthday), she’s found a love for a paintbrush and watercolour. It turns out she’s not half bad and it’s been fun fleshing out sketches and turning them into genuine art pieces. She’s currently working on her fourth painting of Jihoon, who has proven to be an excellent model.

For the umpteenth time in the hour, Jihoon sighs loudly.

“What’s going on with you?” she mumbles. Her head is tipped as she watches the water and paint bleed in one area.

“Writer’s block,” Jihoon mumbles. “Bumzu hyung and I were going through some old stuff and he said a few of the old songs I’d done were good. Asked why I hadn’t finished them.”

She glances over at him. The story doesn’t seem done.

“One of the managers walked in while I was playing the old stuff and asked if I could finish it for one of the guy groups.” Jihoon huffs. “But there’s a reason they’ve never been finished.”

She puts her paintbrush down and scoots over to him. She rests her chin on the couch near his shoulder. The laptop screen is tipped down towards him, the computer resting on his propped knees. There’s no song title as songs that are unfinished are only numbered, but open on the screen is a note.

Her eyes skim over the lyrics and she frowns. Since they started dating, Jihoon’s songs have been from experience rather than imagination. There are dreams he’s had that he associated to an emotion, but many of his songs have been a part of their history. These words are melancholy and pining.

“When did you write this?”

Jihoon huffs. “When I was in LA.”

“You were writing sad songs in LA?” She’d heard all the songs that had been released from the time he was away. None of them sounded like this. Melancholic, longing, angsty.

Jihoon closes the lid of the laptop and rolls onto his side so that they’re face-to-face. He smells of the cola he’s been drinking and she has wafts of chai coming off her. “I wrote them after we broke up. I called up Cheol and he gave me some of the most sound advice he’s ever given me.”

She lifts an eyebrow, intrigued. Seungcheol is decent at giving advice, so she’s heard.

“’Take your broken heart and make it into art,’” Jihoon quotes. “He said that I’m a musician so I should put my emotion into my music.” His hand toys with some loose hair around her face, wrapping the strands around his fingers. “But I couldn’t write any stories, because they were all so sad.”

“But you love sad stories,” she murmurs.

Jihoon’s eyes are transfixed on the lock of hair around his finger. “Not when they’re about us apparently. I have so many half-written songs that I didn’t have the heart to finish. It’s why I came home.”

“Oh?” she chuckles. “I thought it was because you missed me, not because you couldn’t write any good songs anymore.”

“I needed my muse to write good songs.”

She leans closer to him. “Is that all I’m good for you now? A muse?”

Jihoon smirks, barely brushing her lips. “Among other things.”

As he peppers her face with kisses, her face scrunches up. “Do they have to sound sad?”

Jihoon pulls away. Massaging the back of her neck, he asks, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you remember the feelings, but you have me now. So why not take the sad emotions and,” she shrugs, “make the music happy.”

“Come here.” Jihoon scoots closer to the back of the couch to make room for her. She crawls onto the couch next to him, his arm cradling her into him as he opens the lid of his laptop again. He tries to reach for the keyboard, but can’t stretch far enough. “Can you type the password please?”

Chuckling, she types her birthday and his into the password bar. Jihoon navigates the screen to play the song. He mumbles the lyrics over top. She snuggles closer to him, one arm over his chest and her eyes closed. Jihoon’s voice vibrates his chest as he sings.

“What did you think of that?” he asks.

There’s more song than there are lyrics, so he lets it play.

“Mm,” she hums, “I think if you changed the beat to something more chipper, you could finish that story.” Her voice turns into a drawl as she starts to fall asleep on him. “You know, breaking up with you was probably one of the hardest things I had to do. But I felt like I was holding you back by being with you.”

Jihoon’s arm that’s trapped underneath her strokes her arm. “Why would you have held me back?”

“Because you’d be thinking about me here and be worried about coming home. And I was worried about you being so far away and your emotional constipation meant you’d disappear off the face of the planet,” she mumbles.

One-handed, as she quietly starts to snore on him, he types out a few lyrics. But a nap is enticing, especially when Jihoon’s favourite person is cuddled up next to him.