#drinking sweat tea

[dvcky-duck]

lalalalala ^_^

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

can you do a hockeyplayer!geto x reader au drabble plsssss 🙏🙏 ???

HOCKEY PLAYER!SUGU MY BELOVED <3333 i’d like to write for him someday…. i have no idea when though. my sugu wips are piling up as it is 😭

but …. wahhh. he’s just so good? your soft, polite academic boyfriend who turns into a BEAST on the field. he doesn’t play dirty, obviously, but he’s just. rough. he plays to win. and every time he scores a goal you catch a glimpse of his wide, giddy grin, all teeth. he’s like …. a big wolf . you know? and then as soon as he’s off the field he’s shooting you a warm smile and a kiss + heading to the showers so he can hug you properly once he’s all clean.

after winning a particularly important game he just scoops you up and spins you around though … he’s all sweaty and his heart is beating so fast you can hear it and he lets out this breathy, raspy laugh. he’s just so excited and giddy and running on adrenaline and he’s crushing you a little but you can’t seem to mind. he’s delighted. it’s a good look on him.

… yeah . he’s just very good

[bedforddanes75]

thoroughfare save me... save me thoroughfare........... save me...........

[feralwifey]

I do perform like a superhero. Did some laundry, went to the bank, did some shopping, cleaned the house like normal, made a leg of lamb and potatoes for dinner, bathed the baby, tidied up everything, cleaned the kitchen and did dishes and cleaned the kitchen floor, idek how many books I read with my toddler and songs we sang, took care of all our trash, idk did more than that can’t remember. But like how? Is it my parents ocd or is it just dedication to the bit? I’ll never know.

[fragrantpines]

Meng Po Soup's favourite flowers are red spider lilies.

They are the only flowers that bloomed in the underworld, helping lost souls find their way back onto the path of reincarnation with their fragrant scent.

Despite living in the underworld all his life, he had never really paid attention to them. After all, they were just some flowers, why should he care about them?

Yes, he never cared about the flowers. What he cared about was the smile you would give him whenever he gave those flowers to you, watching your face bloom with happiness as you accepted the flowers gracefully, a shy blush spread across your cheeks.

Once upon a time, he had been nicknamed by the masses as "Heartless" for a number of reasons. His face that was as still as a rock, his voice that never faltered while speaking the cruelest of thoughts, his body that never flinched when he was handing out punishments mercilessly-- there were too many to list out and he didn't feel comfortable listing anymore anymore when tears started to appear at the corner of your eyes.

"What they say is not true! The fact that you love me is proof that you have a heart!"

Is that so?

Perhaps you were right.

After he had met you, he began to learn about the various emotions in his heart in order to love you the way you deserved to feel loved. Every day, his heart was packed with emotions that he never knew the names of till you taught him what they were, why they were there and how each ones were significant. Those days were the best days in his immortal life, ones that he wished to perserve in the library of memories so that he could revisit them whenever he wanted to.

So why did he have to meet you in that field of red spider lilies?

"I'm sorry, Meng. I have to leave now."

"You don't have to. You can drink the soup and stay here as my servant again."

You don't have to go, so stay. Stay here with me please.

He wished that he didn't see you shake your head, shattering his ideas of keeping you all to himself.

He wished that you didn't approach him with a sad smile before embracing him tightly, just like how you would greet him whenever he paid a visit to Kongsang.

He wished, oh how he wished, that he didn't feel how cold your body was against his, devoid of the warmth that the living had within their bodies.

"Take care, my love. Remember that your heart is always here with you no matter what."

No, no it wasn't. His heart was never with him. It was in the hands of the person that smiled for him, cried for him, died for him.

That day, tears fell from his eyes as he pressed you close to his chest, praying that this nightmare would disappear the moment he woke up. Alas, when he saw your memories slowly disappear the moment you drank the soup--his soup--, a part of him died along the memories they shared. Memories that only he would carry from today onwards.

Meng Po Soup's favourite flowers were red spider lilies.

Now, as he looks over the sea of red spider lilies, a sneer appears on his lips.

Maybe they would look more beautiful if they were burned down with the world that dared to hurt you.

[sparklehoard]

Chewing on basil 🍃

[cowvboyenema]

// I need to hurry home so I can draw dave doing manual labor quick quick quick quick

[zhongrin]

Alhaitham huffs a bit. "I do not mind to get sick if I get a kiss from you, my Meirin. Besides, my immune system is quite strong.", he then kisses your cheek softly before gripping your face by your chin gently and making you look at him. He stares back at you lovingly.

"How about I pamper you so you recover quickly? Say, what is it what you need right now?"

~ 💐

brb about to cry /pos

but i don't want you to get sick ;w; you'll have to eat soup when you get sick, you know! and you hate soup!! i would feel horrible if you got sick because of me ;;;

what do i need.... hmmm... i... honestly have no idea... funny how i can think of a hundred things i want when no one asks but when someone does ask my head goes blank huh

[fisheito]

the shapes you use to draw are so fucking exquisite but absolutely nothing gets me like when you give yakumo the biggest soppingest most watery eyes thank you for your service. doing him justice. may his slit be just as juicy (prayge)

（!＾▽＾）▽＾＾）▽＾）!!!☆⌒✪✪ every time i draw him it's "i wonder what expression i should give him here. he could be feeling happy, or mad, or unsure or-" *hand instantly sketches two giant circles and wibbly round tears* gotDAMEiot

[daz4i]

bro i think I'm gonna get dehydrated today

[raisinchallah]

ok pack it up guys we have had enough summer i want to shiver again

[soggypotatoes]

i forgot it was autumn now

come, winter months... let’s go...

[insufficient-earth-skills]

@tags: ginger is not good for just ONE thing (no herb is). It is good for fevers AND nausea.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Rum Day

National Rum Day comes on August 16 of every year. Rum is the third most popular spirit followed by the vodka and all the whiskey combined in the United States. It is a distilled clear alcoholic drink which is a byproduct of molasses production and made directly from sugar cane juice. After the evaporation and distillation process, most rum is aged in wooden oak barrels.  It stirs up images of sandy shores and vividly coloured umbrellas in fruity drinks. It is a fresh and sweet spirit that originated in sunny Papua New Guinea.

“I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It’s absolutely delicious. You’d have to ask a bartender what’s in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.” – Christian Louboutin

History of National Rum Day

Rum started in 17th century Barbados in Brazil when there was rises the molasses-like a by-product of making sugar that plantation owners, not having any use for the stuff, dumped it into the ocean. It wasn’t long before some crafty slaves shown a way to ferment and later distil the molasses, which more closely resembles present-day Guaro than rum.

Rum is a happy drink, blended with tropical climates, days spent smelling of sunscreen by the water and dancing with good friends. Rum is a magical liquor made from molasses, and in fresh sugar cane juice, that has been fermented and distilled and aged in oak barrels. Los Angeles bartenders are using rum to make some of their best cocktails. And whatever you’re drinking, do it responsibly.

How to Celebrate National Rum Day

Celebrate National Rum Day with a short drive to your favourite watering hole on a hot summer day and visit Mexican restaurant or liquor store. If you want a lot of fun, grab your friends to get some Rum and enjoy the day.

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[stars-in-my-damn-eyes]

Thought i was over not being able to draw mouths n then i tried to draw someone grinning

[ornateorchid]

simon riley is such a baby when he's sick :((

he wakes up in the morning drenched in sweat, throat all dry and sore, nose runny and congested, and his body felt like it got ran over.

and he needs his darling to care for him.

simon walks out of the bedroom after realizing you were already up. he finds you in the kitchen putting a tray in the oven, and he clears his throat of mucus to get your attention.

"oh, morning simon," you say with a smile when you spot him, "i just put some muffins in the oven, they'll be ready in a-"

your sentence is cut off when you notice his pale, sickly face. "simon, baby, what's wrong? you look sick? are you feeling well, darling?" you rush towards him, resting the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature.

"i think 'm sick," he coughs.

you frown, "you poor thing, you're burning up. go lay down, i'll make some tea and bring you some medicine."

he obliges, clearing his throat as he walks towards the couch. you follow him in the living room soon after with a box of tissues, a damp cloth, a cold bottle of water, and a few pills.

"drink up," you say as you hand him the water and pills. you brush the hair off his forehead and place the cloth on his forehead. simon sighs and leans back against the couch after taking the medicine.

"my poor baby," you mutter as you run your fingers through his hair. "lay back and rest your eyes while i go get your tea," you kiss his clammy cheek before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

simon watches you go with droopy eyes before resting his head back against the couch. he only realizes that you're back when he feels the couch dip beside him.

"your favorite," you say as you hand him a cup with steam billowing out the top, "i got the muffins out the oven, too. they're cooling off."

he hums and takes a sip of his tea before setting it on the coffee table. "c'mere," simon mutters, his voice raspy. he wraps his arm around your waist and drags you onto his lap. "such a sweet thing, caring for me," he murmurs against your neck.

"you know i love it," you say as you run your hands through his hair. "now rest, i'll wake you up when i have food for you."

he nods and nuzzles his head against your chest, sleep overcoming him quickly due to the comfort of your love and warmth.

he's just a guy who needs someone to care for him and love on him :((