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How to write the cold

The way we feel cold is universal, but the way we contextualise it is not. Cold has a variety of connotations for readers, so it's important to decide how to use it, and what mood you want to convey in your scene.

While cold is often associated with negative aspects in writing, if there's anything the winter season teaches us, is that it can be a positive thing as well. Rather than just using the word cold, in your next writing project, try to contextualise it. Describe the weather, the light on the snow, the comfort of warmth after an icy swim, or the fear and loneliness of the dark on a cold night.

Here are our quick tips on how to write the cold:

In nature

Clean mountain air

Glittering ice crystals

Unique wildlife, like snow hares or polar bears

Snow muffled sounds

Steam rising from hot springs

Icy water in rivers and lakes

Overcast and rainy

Bright sun on fresh snow

Icebergs, glaciers, and ice floes

Storms and blizzards

Branches moving and creaking

Frozen ponds

Morning frost on grass

Snowdrops pushing through snowdrifts

Crisp and clear night skies

Wolves howling in the dark

Bare branches scraping against windows

Eerie shadows

Foods and objects

The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg

Heavy winter coats and scarves

Rich, hot meals with lots of gravy

Tea or coffee left out too long

Ice-cream, sorbets, or ice-lollies

Metal that is cold to the touch (like pots and pans or door handles)

Cold beverages straight out of the fridge

An icy bath

Freezer trucks or walk-in refrigerators

Dry ice

Crisp, fresh sheets on cold nights

Ice sculptures

A tap with a drip that freezes in place

Frozen celebratory drinks (like daiquiris)

A single cube of ice floating in a whisky glass

A cold pack for an injury

Character moods

Isolated

Lonely

Aloof

Sad

Comfortable

Snuggly

Focused

Panicked

Indifferent

A lack of affection

Calm and calculated

Disengaged

Serene

Depressed

Awestruck

Anxious

Reverent

Melancholy

Nostalgic

Impatient

Frustrated

Reflective

Character body language

Hunched shoulders

Crossed arms

Shivering

Snuggling into something warm

Rub hands together for warmth

Tight or strained expression

Biting dry lips

Furrowing brow

Glaring against brightness

Tense and rigid stance

Stand close to others

Slow, deliberate steps

Move quickly to somewhere warm

Sitting relaxed in a warm space

Actions and events

Start a fire or build a shelter

Winter hikes

Outdoor activities like skating, skiing, or sledding

Traffic jams or snowed in cars

Frozen lakes cracking underfoot

Dodging icicles falling from rooftops

Going ice-fishing

Long sea voyages

Frostbite

Suffering from a cold, the flu, or pneumonia

Brainfreeze

Snuggling under a warm duvet

Sipping from a steaming hot drink for comfort

Cold-water swimming

Walking to work in the rain

Christmas in the Northern Hemisphere

Chrismas in July in the Southern Hemisphere

Reading a good book by the fire while it snows outside

Positive aspects

While cold is often associated with negative emotions, using it as a juxtaposition can often help to accentuate the positive feelings you want to convey.

If it's cold outside, a character enjoying a hot chocolate under their duvet will give a much more positive impression than if they were simply staying in bed.

The beauty of the natural world in winter, like snow, ice, and winter foliage can also be used to create a scene of happiness and wonder.

Negative aspects

Cold is often used to describe characters who are emotionally detached, calculating, or generally unfeeling. It's become an easy way to clue your readers in to how they're meant to feel about your character.

There are also more creative ways to use the cold, however, like describing the disappointment of forgetting about a hot drink you put down somewhere and only remembering when it's already gone cold, or the feeling of shock after you first step out of a warm shower.

Helpful synonyms

chilly

frigid

icy

wintry

frosty

cool

nippy

freezing

glacial

brisk

chilled

cool

polar

bitter

snowy

raw

refrigerated

arctic

rimy

draughty

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a companion banter episode seven : Lucanis

Banter written with my Rook in mind. Read more about him here.

Part 1 (Neve) | Part 2 (Bellara) | Part 3 (Davrin) | Part 4 (Harding) | Part 5 (Taash) | Part 6 (Emmrich) | Part 7 Lucanis |

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Lucanis: “You eat garbage.” Calais: “I feel like I’m being accused of something?” Lucanis: “Not literal garbage but I saw you fish out a flat sandwich from your pack the other day and eat it like it hadn’t been in there for two days.” Calais: “It was still good. The cheese was a little hard and sweaty though.” Lucanis: *Shuddering*

Lucanis: “What do you like to eat?” Calais: “I like fries and chicken and fried chicken.” Lucanis *quietly whispering* “Ayayay..” Calais: “I also like fried fish.”

Calais: “I liked that salad you made.” Lucanis: “It’s a Nevarran recipe. Blood orange salad.” Calais: “I’d had it before, but it was never this good.” Lucanis: “Every salad is better with cheese and some kind of nut.” Calais: *chuckle* Lucanis: "What's funny? ..Oh." *sigh*

Lucanis: “Aren’t most Nevarrans vegetarian?” Calais: “Most, yes.” Lucanis: “But not you?” Calais: “No. I’m only just really discovering that food can be something besides sustenance. I want to experience as many flavours as I can.” Lucanis: “I’m glad you’re having fun.” Calais: *fondly* “I blame you.”

Lucanis: “What about drinks?” Calais: “I like almost everything, but I don’t drink alcohol. Always just kind of tastes like paint thinner to me.” Lucanis: “What about warm beverages? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate?” Calais: “I’ll take tea over coffee any day.” Lucanis: “Who hurt you?”

Calais: “You know, Lucanis, I appreciate all the effort you make to take care of us.” Lucanis: “Someone has to. It’s a miracle you didn’t all contract some disease before I was here to cook for you.” Calais: “I didn’t have much choice.” Lucanis: “No?” Calais: “Rations are rations. We just ate what we were given, back at the Necropolis.” Lucanis: “That explains a lot, actually.” Calais: “So your food is a real treat. Just wanted you to know how much I’ve been enjoying it.” Lucanis: *Warmly* “Thank you.”

Lucanis: “Don’t even think about eating that sandwich you still have in your pack. I saw you take it with you when we left.” Calais: “It’s just a cheese sandwich, it stays good for a while. Maybe a bit stale but-” Lucanis: “Unacceptable. If you want to eat that at least let me toast it for you.”

Calais: “Hey, Lucanis?” Lucanis: “Yes?” Calais: “Will you teach me how to cook?” Lucanis: “You never learned?” Calais: “Not really. I mean I can fry an egg just about, and I read books about it, but I see the most wonderful illustrations in those books, that make my mouth water. I want to be able to make those!” Lucanis: *Chuckles* “Sure, I can teach you.”

Lucanis/Spite: “Spirit One reminds me of home.” Calais: “What was home like, Spite?” Lucanis/Spite: “It was home. Where I belonged, until she did this to us.” Calais: “I’m sorry, Spite. You didn’t deserve it.”

Lucanis: “So how is that you can see Spite when no one else but I can?” Calais: “I’ve always been able to speak to spirits in this way. If one has manifested as a possession I can see them hovering around the person they’ve possessed because that person tethers them to this world. Otherwise I have to draw them here with my magic.” Lucanis: “But Spite can touch things when you’re around, too.” Calais: “He uses a little bit of my power to manifest that touch.” Lucanis: “Doesn’t that tire you out?” Calais: “No, I barely notice. He’s very careful.”

Lucanis: “You’ve taught Spite how to paint.” Calais: “Actually I didn’t teach him anything. He just.. took a brush and went for it.” Lucanis: “He seems to like it.” Calais: “I think it’s a way to express himself when he’s lost most of his ability to do so.”

Calais: “You have fun painting don’t you Spite?” Lucanis/Spite: “Yes! Many colours giving shapes to emotions!” Calais: “And your colours are so well chosen.” Lucanis/Spite: “Yes, he likes it!” Calais: “I like it very much. Can I have one to hang on my wall?” Lucanis/Spite: “No! Its mine!” Calais: *laughing* “It was a compliment, I like it so much I want to look at it all the time.” Lucanis/Spite: *snarling* “Fine! Pick one! But only one!”

Lucanis/Spite: “The Spirit One is hurting.” Calais: “Oh, that’s just my leg. It always hurts. Don’t worry.” Lucanis/Spite: “Perhaps we can help.” Calais: “How?” Lucanis/Spite: “We can fly. We can carry!” Calais: *laughing* “As exciting as that sounds, it’d be a little impractical. But thank you, Spite.”

Lucanis: “You seem fond of Spite.” Calais: “I’m fond of you too, Lucanis.” Lucanis: “I know. But Spite listens to you. I spent the best part of a year with him and he hardly ever listens to me.” Calais: “Well I do speak to spirits for a living. It’s kind of my thing.” Lucanis: “Makes being around you hard, he constantly wants to speak with you.” Calais: “I’m sorry. I’ll try to engage less.” Lucanis: “No, it’s alright. It makes Spite calmer to talk with you. I had an actual night of sleep the other day, after he spent all evening talking with you. I think you’re good for him.” Calais: “He’s adorable, once you get past all the anger.” Lucanis: “I enjoyed your company, last night.” Calais: “And I yours. That was some very good tea you made.” Lucanis: “It’s no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed.” Lucanis/Spite: “Should have kissed him!” Calais: “What?” Lucanis: “No! Nothing, please, ignore him.”

Lucanis: “You’re getting better.” Calais: “At what?” Lucanis: “Cooking. For a while I wondered if my lessons were actually landing, but that pot roast you made yesterday was delicious.” Calais: “Thank you. I learned from the best.” Lucanis: “Well-” Calais: “And the most handsome.” Lucanis: *clears throat* “I’m not sure that’s relevant.” Calais: “Helps me pay attention to you.” Lucanis/Spite: “*cackle* He thinks you’re handsome!”

Lucanis: “Cal, would you maybe like to learn how to dance?” Calais: “Dance? Why do you ask?” Lucanis: “I was taught how to dance for social occasions and official parties. It’s a fun way to exercise. You said you struggled with regular work outs, this might be easier, for your leg.” Calais: “You’d do that for me?” Lucanis: “After everything you’ve done for me and Spite? Of course.” Calais: “It’s not transactional, Lucanis. But yes, I would like to learn. Thank you for thinking of me.” Lucanis/Spite: “He does it a lot!”

Calais: “Kind of sad we don’t have music to practice dancing to.” Lucanis: “I suppose we could give Spite a violin and see what he produces.” Calais: “I like my eardrums in tact, thank you.” Lucanis: “You think it will be that bad?” Calais: “Do you remember when he tried to play my piano?” Lucanis: “Ah.. say no more.”

Lucanis: “You seem quiet, ever since we returned from Treviso.” Calais: “You let Illario live.” Lucanis: “Yes. I don’t have enough family that I’d happily execute whatever shredded pieces of it are left.” Calais: “Family isn’t always blood.” Lucanis: “And blood isn’t always the answer.”

Lucanis: “Mi amado, I would like to take you to Treviso soon, meet my grandmother officially. She’s invited us for tea.” Calais: “Are you sure? She didn’t seem to think much of me when we rescued her.” Lucanis: “She’s going to have to get used to you, whether she likes it or not.” Calais: “What do I even say to her? ‘Hello Mrs Dellamorte I’m in love with your grandson?’” Lucanis: “I’d leave out the question mark at the end.”

Calais: “Papi Chulo.” Lucanis: *Hard exhale* “What?” Calais: “Viago said I should call you that, that it was a cute Antivan nickname for one’s lover.” Lucanis: *Deep sigh* “You don’t listen to what Viago says. Ever.”

[d33pwithinmys0ul]

Public Display of Affection

I just published chapter 6 of my Stalker Eren x Anxious Reader fanfic on ao3, check it out if you're interested.

I haven't posted any of the fic here on Tumblr, so here's chapter 1! read tags please, and minors dni

જ⁀➴ Eren Yeager x Reader, college au, barista x bartender, slowish burn, paranoia, masturbation, stalking

Ch 1

It was 90 degrees in the middle of summer, and you wanted more than anything to rot in bed at home on your day off. 

Your “grocery” list was short enough, and you’d taken a hit from your cart as soon as you parked. You were planning to take your time inside so you could sober up enough to drive safely back home when the trip was done. Almond milk, green tea, face wash, pasta and pasta sauce. Simple. 

You didn’t look very nice today, it wasn’t the kind of store where you’d get stared at for not trying. Hideous but comfortable shoes, a baggy shirt to hide that you didn’t want to wear a bra—no makeup, shorts, a tote bag over your shoulder, and hair that needed to be washed. You wondered if the tote bag was a bad choice, in case they’d think you were stealing. 

You would probably notice if someone started following you. It’s not like you were going to steal anyway, but isn’t it about seeming like a normal person, not acting suspicious?

God, you needed to rein these thoughts in. You can’t let yourself think like this, like a paranoid freak.

You almost didn’t come, nearly willing to pay an extra $20 in fees for your tiny grocery order to be delivered to the apartment, but you couldn’t afford it. You’d get good tips tomorrow at work, but you needed things today. It was probably better to make yourself do the things you didn’t want to do. If you rotted too long you’d be stuck in the depths of your misery for a long time.

You’d taken a shaky breath and grabbed a basket. You didn’t know there were baskets for this store, you only ever saw people pushing carts. It was a dumb thought, but you really never noticed before. You weren’t sure where to go first, and just headed for the first thing you could think of—green tea.

You hated doing errands alone, it always filled you with dread. Your roommate Sasha was out of state for a summer job and you’ve been technically living by yourself for almost three weeks now. It was lonely, even though you’d call sometimes. You missed being able to relax around her, allowing for her earnest jokes about your silly anxieties to quell you. 

You tried to look normal as you circled the beverage section multiple times, lost in thought, struggling to find the teas before finally stopping in an aisle full of coffee. Surely they would be in the same place. 

You walk through, reading labels, and hoping you’re not in someone’s way. You find the tea boxes—chamomile, black tea, jasmine, organic matcha, jasmine matcha… All so expensive, and what if they weren’t good?

Your craving was so bad today you’d gotten an iced matcha from the cafe you worked at, just to make the walk through the grocery store a little more fun. You were glad you did, the weed and the heat combined made you so thirsty. 

You really should buy a pack of water bottles or a five gallon refill for the dispenser in your apartment, but you knew you didn’t have the strength to carry either up the stairs and inside—or a Sasha to do it for you. 

You winced as you saw someone in your peripheral. Breathe. Just another shopper. 

Why’d they put paper towels and paper plates in the same aisle as the tea and coffee? 

You couldn’t remember if you applied deodorant before you left the house. You let yourself glance at him briefly. A man, wearing a bright neon shirt and work boots. Could he smell you? Oh my god, did you stink? You were sweating so bad, it was so hot.

You took a deep breath and held it, counting to four in your head before exhaling softly. You repeated the technique and redirected yourself to the tea. 

You didn’t have much money today after paying off the bills, and buying a $6 matcha (after employee discount) didn’t help either. 

You swallowed when another man entered the aisle and walked right behind you. You tensed up at the blur of gray and tried to focus again.

Organic green tea, green tea with lemon, decaf green tea… Green tea. Simply packaged and $2. Perfect. 

You toss the box into your basket and turn the other way, further from the two other men in the aisle, frowning when you see a mother and two kids pushing a cart slowly towards you. Fine. You turn again and stalk down the aisle and towards the milk. 

You nearly ran into someone and mumbled an “excuse me” when you spotted the fridges. Your heart pounded in your ears. God, so high. 

Were you holding your basket weird? 

The rest of the grocery trip was like this, slow and torturous, occasional missteps as you navigated the aisles and awkwardly apologized for taking up other peoples’ space. The back of your neck prickled and your anxiety wouldn’t let up the whole time.

You made your way to the skincare and grabbed the brand of face cleanser you like. You found a trash can to toss your empty matcha cup—so so worth it—and lingered by the makeup and nail polish, wishing you could make an unplanned purchase. You wanted something glittery.

You managed to calm down a little more by the time you’d rounded up everything you wanted. You dared to try a new kind of pasta sauce. You were glad you went out today. It wasn’t all bad, you supposed. 

It was the first time Eren ever spotted you. 

Long before you’d made the hike back to your car, one bag of groceries in your hand while the other fumbled for your keys, and even before he blocked your way by “accident” near the milk fridge, Eren was in his car in the parking lot, AC blasting, when you’d caught his eye. He hadn’t gone inside yet, and he had planned to people watch today. 

You parked next to him, the thudding bass of your music catching his attention, at first with annoyance. 

He watched you try to fix your hair in the mirror, and you frowned at your reflection. You had a beaded bracelet and a little charm keychain hanging from your rearview mirror. There was a small plushy on your dashboard, and Eren almost smiled– cute. You took a long hit from a pen, and a deep breath before you opened your car door and stepped out. 

His eyes grazed your body and it was like everything clicked. The flush of your cheeks in the heat, the way those shorts hugged your thighs and hips. Your eyebrows were pinched and you bit your lip anxiously as you rummaged for something in your purse. Your eyes were glassy and low, and he was captivated. 

How lucky he was to see you, and linger a few feet behind you as you went inside. He was curious.

He had to walk past you when you lingered by the baskets, looking at them intently, and he wished he knew what you were thinking when you stared at them. He paused to look at some display a few feet away when you finally picked one up and started moving, sipping at a green drink in your hand.

Eren would never shop here. It was cheap and low quality, and he wondered about the kind of situation you were in. Poor thing. He had picked the store at random after driving around for so long, stuck in a rut, stuck in his head, for these past few months. He hadn’t been in love in so long. 

You lingered so long in the green tea aisle, lost in thought. He couldn’t stop staring at your lips, the way they puckered around the straw of your drink, the curve of your neck, how you swallowed. 

He let himself stride behind you, walking towards some paper towels that another man in the aisle was looking over as well. Eren almost groaned at the smell of you as he passed, faint hints of perfume intermingling with your subtle musk from the summer heat.

He pushed ahead into the meat section, watching you from another angle a bit further away. There was an abandoned cart in the aisle and he grabbed it, picking a few random things to fill it, when he saw you make your way to the milk fridge. 

You had turned around at the last minute after nearly running into some poor elderly couple because you were staring at the ground as you walked. Who does that? 

Why did you do that? You were so beautiful, what was there to be ashamed about when you were just walking? 

You flushed with embarrassment and stopped on the side of the walkway, blinking in a daze before you had kept going. 

He almost darted for the milk fridge, getting there before you did, and parked himself right in front of it. He tried to look like he was deciding between all the options of milk as he gazed at you through the reflection of the glass. You were sizing him up nervously, occasionally glancing at the phone in your hand. 

Were you texting someone? No, you were just looking at it, your thumb didn’t move. Like you were trying to pretend to be busy while you waited for him. Really cute. His lips curled into a smile and he started to walk away, at the last minute going the other direction just to catch you off guard. 

You’d look up at him in surprise, chewing your lip again before you looked away, and Eren knew he wanted you. 

He’d never seen someone so nervous at nothing before, and be so ridiculously tempting. How dare you exist so skittishly when you practically flaunted yourself for everyone to see? How could he be expected to control himself with the way sweat ran down your neck, the way your tits jiggled under your shirt? You didn’t wear a bra. It’s like you were asking it for it, all the while being so coquettishly wrapped up in your own little world. 

He burned to know what you were thinking, why you had such a short shopping list, how your mouth would feel around him. It was in his nature, and your best interest.

You spent twenty minutes sitting in your car in the grocery store parking lot trying to sober up. You scrolled through your phone, chewing your nails nervously and occasionally taking note of the cars around you. 

Would anyone say something to the store employees if you were lingering around here for too long? The car next to you, in front of you, and a few cars away all had people inside them. It was hot, everyone was probably cooling off or waiting for someone else who had gone inside. Nobody was going to crucify you for lingering just a little bit. 

You took another deep breath. You missed your matcha and swore to yourself you’d make one as soon as you walked into work tomorrow. 

Eren followed you when you drove home, just a few cars behind so you wouldn’t notice. Your car, which he’d already memorized the model of, approached a residential neighborhood, a collection of houses and apartments. He prepared to make a different turn in case your pretty little head started giving you any paranoid thoughts. 

Eren figured you’d be the type of girl that would notice if a car was following her. He was also sure that you were the type of girl that wouldn’t remember the vehicle a few hours later. 

After making a mental note of the street, he decided to come back at dark and search for your parked car so he could figure out exactly where you lived. It would only take a few days to take full surveillance of you, nothing he couldn’t handle.

He drove off and went home.

Eren put away his randomly picked groceries, along with your brand of face wash, and the cup you had thrown away. He smiled at his little find. 

You had liked your drink enough to finish it in ten minutes–maybe you were a regular there. He turned the plastic cup to see writing in black sharpie with your order and your name. 

Lav matcha almond light ice, y/n!

There were hearts and stars drawn around your name, with a smiley face. Eren frowned. The handwriting looked feminine, so unless he was very unlucky, he hoped a friend made your drink today.

Eren sank into his couch and pulled out his laptop. The dim light in his apartment flickered. He hadn’t been taking care of himself lately, since his last break up. Now, he had good reason to clean up and look nice again. 

He looked up the cafe online, clicking on their social media page. He looked for your name, and saw that you followed their Instagram. He opened your profile and was pleased—and a little surprised—to see that it was all public. You posted a lot. And your most recent picture made his cock twitch. 

Your face was pouty and bored, the flash of the picture causing a subtle blur. You wore a mini skirt and a skimpy top that your tits strained against—the comments were filled with girls complimenting you, calling you hot and beautiful, and you’d reply back, swearing they were even more gorgeous. 

Incredible. 

Eren couldn’t believe his eyes as he went through your feed. Latte art, concerts, books you were reading, meals you had. You were so open online in comparison to your meek disposition at the store. This had to be a facade.

He went through your tagged photos as well. You didn’t seem to have too many friends, and no boyfriend in sight. You were perfect. He would get to know you in no time. 

He went through your following, looking at stores, brands, artists, and actors. You were dumb enough to use the same username for everything, and within an hour Eren found you on more apps and websites. He went through your public music playlists, the movies you’d review online, where you graduated high school, what kind of family you had. It was too easy. Like he was meant to find you, to love you. He wanted to teach you how to hold your chin up, or hold it for you.

Eren saved all his favorite pictures of you, still pleasantly surprised at the kind of outfits you’d wear to the bar or the club. Glittery makeup, low cut tops, fishnets, short dresses. He pulls out his cock as he goes through the new photo folder he created, titled “My Y/n.”

[mcsm-confessions]

What are the main cast's beverages of choice?

I'm thinking:

Jesse (both male and female): Coffee and tea with a little sugar and enough milk to gravely offend the British, vanilla milkshakes with many cherries and two straws, for the hopeless romantic in her/him. Many hot cocoas during the latter half of the year, with everybody including Reuben enjoying multiple cups.

Olivia: A cortado in the morning, the occasional bottle of club soda and just a little wine on celebratory occasions. The only one of the trio that knows what the difference between a flat white and a cappuccino is.

Axel: Too many sodas, Monster energy drinks and iced lemonade, just like mom used to make. He somehow finds a way to put cayenne in all his drinks.

Petra: Energy drinks with illegal amounts of caffeine, far too many beers, whatever disgusting liquor someone dares her to drink after those beers, and black coffee served boiling hot the morning after to nurse a hangover. Otherwise, just water (and lots of it) when she's spelunking.

Lukas: Americanos, a big pot of darjeeling when he's at the typewriter, the occasional sweet frappucino/boba-type sugary drink which he won't admit is actually pretty good, and on certain days, a glass of a good whiskey at night, on the rocks.

Stella: Wine, obviously, of an absurdly expensive brand with a name just barely pronounceable enough to sound sophisticated, though she won't notice if you replace the liquid with a cheaper substance but keep the bottle. When no one's looking, a six-pack of crappy beer and a Dr. Pepper.

Radar: Water (caffeine makes him jittery).

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[ravenmichaelisstuff]

Just thought about Ghost learning to enjoy small things (mostly food) in his life through coffee.

//Fluff

So here is the idea:

Ghost always preferred tea over coffee.

Tea was something soothing and calming, something he could drink to fall asleep easier. He enjoyed the taste which was kind of herbal and pleasant on his tongue. Even the process of making it, the routine of waiting for the tea leaves to do their magic, pouring just a bit of milk, waiting for the tea to cool off just a bit so it didn't burn his lips.

Tea was a luxury, something he did because he wanted to, but he also did it rarely for the exact same reason. He rarely felt the need to satisfy himself with things he just simply enjoy.

Coffee on the other hand was a necessity. Something he had to pour into himself usually boiling hot and straight out of the kettle. The beverage was bitter and heavy on his pallet, almost nauseating and leaving this awful aftertaste in his mouth.

But it was necessary for him to drink it. He needed it to wake up and get through the day after a night of terrors.

He for a long time didn't understand how Soap could enjoy this.

But then he noticed Soap making his coffee every morning.

Taking his time every morning.

Sometimes adding various syrups

chocolate,

ice,

and whipped cream.

Ghost at some points doubted if Soap was for sure still drinking coffee.

But he was curious, so one morning he asked Soap to make him a cup too.

And he was surprised when Johnny asked him "With what Lt?".

And Ghost realized that he had no idea what he actually enjoyed. He never paid attention to those things, he never actually bought anything for himself 'just because he thought he would like it' except tea.

So he told Soap to surprise him. And he actually did.

Because when Soap's coffee wasn't even close to his tea, he did enjoy it.

It was sweet, creamy and cool- maybe even refreshing.

So he began to ask Soap for coffee every morning. And with time he developed a taste for things. An enjoyment for a chocolate latte with whipped cream and brown sugar sprinkled on top.

Yes, it was atrocious and probably shouldn't even be called a coffee. But he liked it.

And he noticed that Johnny started to serve him small snacks with his latte.

Some he despised, some he liked and some became his absolute favourite. Soap would always get him more of those which made Ghost mutter in approval or close his eyes in enjoyment.

Soon Soap could vaguely say which snacks Ghost would enjoy.

They learned Ghost likes milk chocolate but not dark chocolate. He didn't like gummies and banana-flavoured things- it tastes artificial.

Soap cringed when he bought some liquorice candy for Ghost, just to fuck with him a bit just to realize that the bastard actually loved that black excuse of a candy.

But what was nice was the fact that when they were both on supply runs, Ghost began to... kind of look longer at things at the store. He never actually took those things himself- but Soap was always sure to snatch those things and put them in their cart.

Ghost silently appreciated that.

It was a long road for Ghost to learn that he can have nice things just because he feels like it.

But one special day in a grocery store, when he and Soap were already heading to check out. Ghost stopped and grabbed a pack of marshmallows and before he put it in the cart he looked at Soap like he would be denied this sweet snack.

But Soap only smiled at him.

"Didn't know you like marshmallows, Lt."

"I don't know if I do... I never had them."

"Well, it's a great time to try!"

And Soap smiled the whole way to base because Ghost finally wanted something for himself.

I don't know what I mean by that, I just kind of went with the flow. Sometimes I Just get the urge to write about those two, you know?

[seiya-starsniper]

✨💖Positivity chain! List 5 to 10 things that make you smile and explain why! Then send this to others to let them know they make you smile✨💖

Oooooooo this sounds so delightful Cecil, thank you for the ask! 💖

Baths - I love taking baths when I've either had a long day at work or right after a really intense workout. It really just drains all the stress away, and I make sure to sit with no phone, only thoughts! It empties the head out great. I have just come from a bath can you tell LOL

Audiobooks - I spent a very long time thinking audiobooks and podcasts were silly, but then when I bought my house I suddenly had a real commute to work (previously I lived less than 15 mins away, now I am 45 mins away boo). So podcasts and audiobooks have become the little treat I get to enjoy on my way to/from work. Audiobooks in particular got me back into reading books, and it has been wonderful.

Coffee - This is pretty self explanatory. Coffee, my beloved hot drink that gets me through the day when my meds aren't quite enough. I also just like the taste of coffee and having coffee dates with friends!

Tea - I know, I know, another beverage, but my love for tea and coffee are different things! Tea is how I inspire myself to write, how I relax before bed, and how I give myself a gentle wake up on a lazy Sunday when there's nothing to do. Also, my beloved @lyriclorelei sends me a tea advent calendar every year and I ADORE it. Such a fun way to try new teas that the bestie loves! <3

Soup - I have now made my love of liquids terribly clear at this point LMAO. But soup is my go to meal, it is filling, you can add as much or as little as you want to soup, and best of all, soup is just comforting. There are always 5 different kinds of soups in my house at any given time.

The Pokemon Trading Card Mobile Game - I am a simple person with simple needs, and the brain is heavily stimulated by opening booster packs with fun little cards inside them. Getting that little ping every 12 hours or so where I can open up a new pack of cards absolutely delights me.

Peppermint Flavor - I do not know how prevalent this is outside the U.S, but now that it is Christmas Season, candy cane and peppermint flavored chocolates are EVERYWHERE. I am in my happy place. I love peppermint yogurt covered pretzels, peppermint hot cocoa, peppermint flavored coffee, give me ALL OF IT.

My wood fire stove - it is COLD over in my part of the world currently, and I love being able to burn a fire every night if I so desire. I am probably going to start a fire right after I finish posting this

Nail polish - I love having my nails different colors! @bruce-wayne-simp also got me into the very addictive habit of painting my own press on nails, so now we are constantly sharing new colors of our nailsets with each other.

My cats - my silly little babies never fail to make me smile daily, whether they are being cute, or doing absolutely silly little guy things!

[issacballsac]

Never One Without Two!

Octavian

Male Reader

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Gleaming the streets with your self deprecating nature shining through your chosen circle. Where he went so did you and vice versa.

Today had happened to be one of the few days the both of you were not plaguing the lives of everyone around you. A simple hangout day.

Deviating from typical augur duties the frail boy sat with you in your bedroom watching various sitcoms. Though there wasn’t much watching on your part as his avid need to chime in with his verbal opinions on the characters’ decisions made it impossible to hear anything else much less concentrate.

Several sighs later and the two of you switched to scrolling aimlessly on TikTok in search of something, anything entertaining to watch.

“…Packing my tumblr to go on a…hot girl walk?”

“Y’know this is the only time I actually wanna hear your thoughts on this.”

“I don’t have any thoughts to share with the likes of you. But, honestly is all of that really necessary?”

“EXACTLY.”

Only stopping with criticism to stalk the rest of their page to see what else they had to offer, before you sprung up an offer of your own.

“We should play Murder Mystery.”

“Can’t, I’m still banned, it ends tomorrow though.”

“Damn why can’t you not be banned for a day that I actually wanna play a game.”

“It’s not like I was in the wrong, the moderation is just stupid.”

You couldn’t even escape Octavian’s rash decisions ruining your plans in the digital world much less the real world. So with dwindling activities to participate in your brain for the first time in a while went into overdrive.

“Alright get up, we’re going out.”

“Why would I go out with you?”

“You wish you could get with me. But, I’m talking about actually going out, like outside.”

“Where?”

“If I tell you it won’t be as exciting. Now stop asking me questions.”

Grasping his dominant hand the both of you flew out the door. With your eyes dead set on the mysterious hangout location.

“A cafe? Really?”

“It’s a casual thing, consider it a date.”

“Why would I want to go on a date with you?”

“I love you too man. Anyway we seat ourselves here, so, sit down.”

Reluctantly your date to be sat down and shut up for a graceful minute, overlooking the menu. Keeping a longing stare above the menu.

“Y’know I’ve never realised how freaky your pearly blues are. They’re really piercing through my soul.”

“Quiet.”

“Look I love ‘em on you but it’s kinda crazy. Deadass.”

A silent scoff left his breath. Just as a waiter picked up on your situation and swung by.

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you boys?”

“Hello, I’ll have a cup of mint tea and—maybe a croissant or lemon cake?”

“I highly recommend the cakes here they’re absolutely amazing.”

“So he’ll have that lemon cake, and I’ll just have a coffee, cappuccino.”

“Good choices I’ll get that out in for you guys!”

“Thanks!”

With a short pastime the beverages and cake is bought out. Granted with a simple ‘enjoy’ the waiter swayed from your table.

“Everything looks so good!”

Clasping your hands together paired with closed eyes in thanks. Your short thanks ended abruptly as your eyes opened to see a spoonful of your cake missing.

“What the fuck.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t ’hm’ me you big back bitch. Order your own cake.”

“There is enough for the both of us, why do you think she gave us two spoons? Sometimes your intellect escapes you I swear.”

“No you ass. She gave ME two spoons. One for my cake and one for any sugar to put in my tea.”

“You don’t put sugar in your tea. So the spoon is for me.”

“Yeah? Well she wouldn’t know that. So the spoon is mine. If you disagree any further I will drop your skinny ass right here and now.”

“Crude and intimate. Just hurry and eat your food, so I can leave I have work to do.”

His harsh words would’ve come across in a more offensive way if he truly wanted to leave hastily. So you sat in a comforting silence enjoying your food, occasionally giving him some of your cake.

Idk how to end short stories ngl

[rachellaurengray]

30 Low Calorie Starbucks Drink Menu Items

As a health-conscious individual, navigating the enticing world of Starbucks can be challenging. Fear not! I’ve curated a comprehensive list of 30 low-calorie Starbucks drinks, ensuring you can indulge in your favorite beverages without compromising your fitness goals.

Tips for Customization

Before we dive into the list, here are some tips for customizing your drinks to keep them low in calories:

Opt for almond milk as a lower-calorie alternative.

Choose sugar-free syrups or sweeteners.

Explore unsweetened options for teas and iced drinks.

Now, let’s explore the delightful world of low-calorie Starbucks concoctions!

Hot Picks:

Caffè Americano (Short): A classic at 5 calories.

Flat White, skim milk (Tall):Creamy goodness at 70 calories.

Caramel Macchiato, almond milk (Short): Sweet and light at 80 calories.

Mint Majesty Herbal Tea (Tall):Calorie-free relaxation.

Iced Chocolate Almond Milk Shaken Espresso (Tall): A cool treat at 60 calories.

Cold Delights:

Cold Brew with Cold Foam, almond milk (Tall): Smooth and satisfying at 40 calories.

Iced Caramel Cloud Macchiato, sugar-free syrup (Tall): Heavenly and only 60 calories.

Iced Coffee, no classic syrup (Grande): Simple and calorie-free.

Nitro Cold Brew (Grande): Bold and calorie-free indulgence.

Iced Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew, sugar-free syrup (Tall): A sweet pick-me-up at 70 calories.

Teas and Refreshers:

Green Tea, no sweetener (Tall):Antioxidant-packed and calorie-free.

Chai Tea Latte, skim milk (Tall):Spiced perfection at 70 calories.

Iced Pineapple Matcha Drink, no sweetener (Tall): Tropical and under 20 calories.

Hibiscus Starbucks Refreshers, no berries (Tall): Refreshing with less than 50 calories.

Iced Blueberry Black Tea, unsweetened (Tall): Fruity and under 10 calories.

More Icy Options:

Iced Guava White Tea, no sweetener (Tall): Exotic and under 30 calories.

Iced London Fog Tea Latte, almond milk (Tall): Earl Grey elegance at 60 calories.

Iced Peach Green Tea Lemonade, no sweetener (Tall): Tangy and under 40 calories.

Cinnamon Dolce Herbal Tea (Tall):A warm, sweet sip with 0 calories.

Iced Matcha Green Tea, unsweetened (Grande): Energizing and calorie-free.

Warm and Cozy Choices:

Iced Peach Green Tea, no sweetener (Tall): Refreshing and under 10 calories.

Caffe Misto, almond milk (Tall): A comforting choice at 50 calories.

White Tea with a splash of almond milk (Tall): Delicate and low-cal at 10 calories.

Iced White Chocolate Mocha, sugar-free syrup (Tall): Indulgent at 60 calories.

Strawberry Acai Refresher, no strawberries (Tall): Vibrant and under 60 calories.

Additional Options:

Iced Passion Tango Tea, unsweetened (Grande): Tropical and calorie-free.

Decaf Pike Place Roast (Short): A mellow choice with only 5 calories.

Iced Espresso (Solo): A quick, invigorating sip with 5 calories.

Caramelized Honey Latte, skim milk (Tall): Sweet and light at 90 calories.

Iced Guava Passionfruit Drink, no sweetener (Tall): Tropical and under 10 calories.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1: Are these drinks suitable for a low-calorie diet?

A1: Absolutely! I’ve carefully selected drinks that are not only delicious but also friendly to your calorie count.

Q2: Can I customize these drinks further?

A2: Certainly! Feel free to adjust sweetness levels, milk choices, or ask for no whipped cream to suit your preferences.

Q3: Are these options available in all Starbucks locations?

A3: While most ingredients are standard, availability may vary. Don’t hesitate to ask your barista for assistance.

I hope this guide adds a sprinkle of joy to your coffee runs! Share your thoughts in the comments below, and let’s sip our way to a healthier lifestyle together. Cheers!

[otherworldseekers]

Something's Gotta Give: Chapter 8 Scene 1

Well it's been a while. Again. But I'm making good progress on this chapter so I figured I'd post the first scene.

Previous Installment

Something's Gotta Give Masterpost

Severia and Nero left Ul’dah with the object of their journey wrapped, boxed and packed away in Nero’s saddle bags by mid morning. With a fresh, and more docile, chocobo from the Ul’dah stables for Nero to ride they made good progress. But by the time they paused for the evening just short of the border between Central and Northern Thanalan Severia’s nerves were feeling frayed. 

Not for the same reason her nerves had been frayed on the way south. No, Nero’s constant attention-seeking stream of consciousness chatter had become something she could filter out. She had even grown used to it, to an extent. On the contrary, the problem this time was that Nero had not said an unnecessary word to her since their conversation on the airship that morning. It felt uncannily silent in the world without his voice keeping her company. 

They made camp within sight of the Nanawa Mines, avoiding the nest of giant ants, and settled down to a sparse supper well after dusk. Nero sat and ate and then laid out his bedroll without comment. Severia had spent most of the day avoiding eye contact with him, but now she noted that his brow shadowed his eyes more than usual, his lips were a savage line. 

It was no good pretending that she didn’t know the reason. His greeting that morning had been bright and cheerful and it was she who had brought the storm clouds to his brow. Only now, as a pang of regret rippled through her chest, did she realize how much she had come to rely on his easy smiles. Before, he would have lain on his bedroll and faced her so they could talk. He had seemed to enjoy talking to her. And for as much as she pretended not to, Severia had also grown to enjoy their conversations. Now he lay on his back and looked at the stars and she found the lack of his incessant questioning created an uncomfortable emptiness.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” she asked him desperately as she fumbled in her pack for her tea cannister. 

“No.”

“Coffee?” She had picked some up on Ul’dah before they left just in case. 

“No.”

Her shoulders drooped. Such monosyllables were all he had given her since the airship. But she had done the right thing, hadn’t she? The things that had happened between them the previous evening had been a result of their dramatic circumstances. They had both been swept up in the romance of the situation. None of it had been real. He didn’t really want her. So why was he acting like this? To punish her? Maybe she deserved that for her harsh words that morning.

Besides, she was a pathetic and broken being, unfit for romance or love. Even if his regard had been true, she wasn’t capable of returning it with her fearful and disused heart. 

So she prepared tea for one. The familiar ritual and beloved beverage would go far to calm her. She managed to focus her mind on her task, shutting the world out of her awareness and all but forgetting Nero as she watched the kettle for the optimal moment to take it from the fire. Just as she was beginning to pour the water into her cup, a loud animal cry sounded in the darkness. 

Severia nearly jumped out of her skin. Then she screamed as the hot water from the kettle splashed over the hand holding the cup. Nero was on his feet before the kettle hit the ground. He dashed around the fire, took in the broken cup on the ground and the fallen kettle leaking its contents into the earth. Severia was holding her clenched fist against her chest, tears forming in her eyes. 

“Severia, are you hurt?” he asked, sinking to his knees and gripping her shoulders. 

“Of course I’m hurt, you big oaf!” she yelled at him in irritation. It wasn’t his fault, but the pain made her lash out.

Nero took it in stride. The fingerless glove on her left hand appeared to be soaked and he realized what happened. “Get this off right now,” he said as he tugged at her cuff. 

“No,” she said in sudden panic. “Leave it. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be a fool. We need to get that off your skin and get some cool water poured over it quickly.” 

Nero fetched his canteen from beside his bedroll, yanked off the offending glove before she could stop him, and began to liberally pour cooler water over the site of the burn. Her skin had turned a bright pink and when he’d poured out all the water, he took her wrist gently in his hand and brought her hand closer to his face to inspect it. What he saw sent a chill down his spine. 

All around her wrist were scars. And he knew what kind. Her skin and even her scales had been badly damaged. The scale was pitted with scratches and gouges, the skin was puckered, ragged and red. The scars formed neat circles around her wrist that could only have come from being tied tightly with rope. 

Nero looked up at her, saw her chewing her lower lip, her brow furrowed with worry. She had not wanted him to see. But he had seen now and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the other glove off her right hand. It was scarred just like the left. 

“Severia… what happened?” His throat felt raw as he asked the question. Seeing her with such wounds affected him more than he was prepared for. He hadn’t meant to sound angry, not at her. But there must have been some anger in his voice because he watched her expression go distant and cold. 

“It’s none of your business.” She pulled away from him, but his grip on her wrist firmed. 

“You’re right. It’s not my business. But, Seven Hells, Severia, can’t you see that I-” That I care. The thought of her tied up at someone’s mercy caused a fire to rage inside him. Whoever had done this to her, he would find them and rip their limbs from their body, he would fill their veins with acid, he would- 

“It doesn’t matter anymore. It happened long ago.”

“How long ago?” Severia’s expression flinched. She was reluctant to talk about this. But he had to know. He would go crazy if he didn’t know. “How long?”

“My tenth summer,” she answered grudgingly.

“But…” Nero ran a thumb gently over the scar on her unburned wrist. “How could something like this happen to a mere child?”

Severia gave him a sardonic smile. “You don’t know much about the Steppe. My tribe, the Tumet, had a ritual.” She pulled in a long breath and let it out slowly. “When a child reached their tenth summer, they were taken to the sacred tree and tied to it. Then the tribe left them there and moved on to their next camping grounds. It was a test. The child was to free themselves and find their way back to the tribe. Only at that point could the child earn their name and be a true member of the tribe.”

Nero had a look of intense distaste on his face and she knew what he was thinking. How barbaric. He wasn’t wrong, but she wouldn’t let wouldn’t let him disparage her heritage either. It wasn’t his privilege.

“Don’t you dare look down on us from your mighty Garlean pedestal,” she yelled at him. “I don’t need your pity!”

“No, you don’t,” Nero conceded. He let go of her wrists at last and sat back on his heels watching her. “Will you tell me what happened anyway?”

Severia held her wrists against her chest. The burnt hand throbbed. “It’s simple really. I couldn’t free myself. I struggled against my bonds for two days before I gave up. The rope was too secure and I wasn’t strong or clever enough. I was the kind of child the ritual was designed to eliminate from the tribe. They were probably glad when I never showed up.”

“Then how did you survive?”

Severia’s memory cast itself back to those horrible days. “On the third day I couldn’t even cry anymore. I had no water in me for tears, my throat and mouth were too dry to yell for help. My wrists were rubbed raw and bleeding. I knew I would die there, tied to the tree. And the next time the tribe returned, they would have to carry away and bury my bones before the next child was tied in my place. At some point I blacked out. When I came back to myself, I was laying on soft grass and a man was giving me small sips from his waterskin. I lived because I was rescued, but such an outcome is not allowed. My life was now taboo to my tribe. I have not seen them since.” 

Why am I telling him all this? I’ve never told anyone but Minfilia. Conflict raged in her mind. He was the worst person to tell her secrets to. He would surely use them against her. And yet… It was so easy to tell him. He was staring into her eyes, his own clear blue irises looking unspeakably beautiful to her. And there was a part of her that wanted him to know, to see her for exactly who she was. To know her and still look at her as if she mattered. 

“Do you have any salves with you?”

She blinked. “What?” 

“For your burn. We mustn’t neglect it any longer.”

“Oh. Yes.” She took a deep breath, praying for her heart beat to slow back down. “The green jar in my pack.”

Nero rifled through her pack until he found the correct container. Severia reached to take the jar from him, to put the salve on herself, but he cocked an eyebrow at her and shook his head. 

“Allow me.”

“But-”

“Please.”

His touch as he stroked the healing salve over her reddened skin was gentle and soothing.. Silence descended on them as he worked with care, making sure to cover every possible ilm of skin or scale that had been scalded. It was the first time he had touched her since last night and for some unaccountable reason Severia felt her body responding against her will. 

For a moment, when he was finished, it seemed as if he would not relinquish her hand. His fingertips lingered on hers for precious seconds before he withdrew, flashing her an all too brief smile and packing away the jar of salve. Severia bit her lip to stifle a whimper at the loss.

“Better?” he asked. 

“Yes. Much.” Her hand did feel better. Her heart was more confused than ever.

“Would you like me to attend to the tea for you?” 

Severia had forgotten the tea. “No need. We should try to get some sleep.” Sleep and try to calm her swirling thoughts. Nero nodded and set about clearing the mess she had made. “Nero, I can do all that.”

“Hush,” he said. “Let me do it for you.”

She subsided with a sigh, uncertain how to act with him when he was being so thoughtful, so she stood back and let him clear away the mess, her now useless left hand hanging at her side. This again, like his gallant rescue of her last evening, was a side of Nero she had not seen before. Why must he keep showing her new facets of himself that made her want to dig deeper? Why couldn’t he have remained the irritating asshole causing her trouble? It was so much easier to deal with him that way. 

When Nero had finished he stood in front of her again, an achingly earnest expression on his face that made her stomach do flips. He picked up her right hand and ran a thumb along the scar on the underside of her wrist. She shivered at the touch, but didn’t pull away. She didn’t think she could if she tried.

“Severia,” he said softly. It was totally unlike the playful and flirtatious way he had spoken to her at the gala, or the heated tones from later on, but somehow it effected her the same way. She felt herself flush at the mere sound of her name. 

“Yes?” she breathed. 

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of these scars.”

Severia blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Not once have I seen you without your wrists covered,” Nero observed. “And your idiotic resistance to taking off a glove soaked in scalding water. You’ve been hiding them all along. Why?”

“Because… because…” How could she explain to him that they were a permanent and constant reminder of her failure? Her insufficiency. “They’re ugly.”

Nero snorted. “You foolish girl.”

Severia tried to glare at him, but it was difficult when he was so close that she had to crane her neck to even look at him. Her expression just made him chuckle and he placed a hand on her cheek. 

“Your scars are proof of your survival, of your triumph over your circumstances,” Nero continued. “They are something you should be proud of. Don’t hide yourself. Not from anyone.”

“Nero…” How dare he know exactly what she needed to hear? 

Her body thrilled from head to toe as she noticed the way he was staring with intensity at her mouth. Her knees felt weak. He was going to kiss her. Did she want him to kiss her? Yes. Yes, she longed for the incredible feeling of his lips on hers. But no. It would be a mistake to give in to these feelings now. She had already made up her mind. 

His lips were a mere breath away from hers when she put her hands against his chest to stop him. “Please. Don’t.”

Nero froze, his eyes widening as if he hadn’t quite realized what he was doing. He straightened and stepped back. “My apologies,” he said shakily, running a hand through his hair. He made his way around the campfire back to his bedroll. 

“Nero,” she called after him and he turned to look at her one more time. “Thank you.”

He looked at her and now his expression seemed veiled. But he nodded to acknowledge her thanks. She sighed in relief and then gave him a small smile. 

“Goodnight, Nero.”

“Goodnight.”

Nero lay back with his hands behind his head. His eyes were on the stars but his mind played through Severia’s story over and over again, examining each detail. He had learned so much about her tonight, and yet everything he had learned only served to show how little he knew overall. Which only made his curiosity burn brighter. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to be the only one who did. 

“Severia,” he called into the night. 

“Hmmm?” Her voice was thick with sleep.

“Your name. You said you couldn’t be given a name until you completed the ritual. So where did the name Severia come from?”

“Oh. I made it up. When I came to Eorzea…”

Nero closed his eyes and smiled to himself as her voice faded into sleep. He didn’t know the circumstances or what had motivated her. But he imagined herself stepping onto Eorzean soil, a young woman with no name, and beginning her new life by declaring a name for herself. For some reason, though it wasn’t his place, he felt proud of her. Her name was perfect.

Thanks for reading! Comments and reblogs always appreciated!

[dragon-swords-prophecies]

HI HELLO here's so many OC questions!! I would love answers for Alex and/or Ronald and/or whoever else you're feeling in the moment. Maybe also Leo. Mix and match or everyone for everything. ANyway.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

HI THANK YOU there's so many questions I love questions. the plane was very long so you get everyone for everything!!

15: Ronald's cooking is solidly mediocre. Makes abysmal coffee though. His coffee is bad enough that it's a (minor) plot point. When he's living with Donovan & Mary, they (lovingly) banned him from making coffee. His tea is also bad. Really, any beverage other than water made by him is horrible. He just. Doesn't know how to use a coffee maker. He either puts too much water in, pours the grounds in WITH the water, or doesn't put enough water in and it's super bitter.

Leo's cooking is alright! Better than Ronald or Alex's. He makes the best coffee out of the main cast, which is also a minor plot point. His tea is decent too, but James makes better tea than him. He can bake, though. On occasion.

Alex can cook for herself, but not really other people. She knows how to cook basic stuff, and she can follow recipes, but she's not really a cooking for others kind of person if that makes sense. Her coffee is alright, not super good but it's not super bad either.

24: Ronald doesn't sleep nearly enough, and he has nightmares a lot. He probably snores. Sometimes he'll go on walks around the city instead of sleeping, or sit up and read. ~4 hqours of a sleep on a really good day. Much like with therapy, a lot of his life would be improved if he slept better. Unfortunately, his trauma.

Leo has a really regular sleep schedule, which is impressive considering his job and that he lives with James, who has a fucking horrible sleep schedule and wakes up at random hours to wander around their apartment before going back to bed.

Alex does sleep! But she wakes up at 5 in the goddamn morning, because she's absolutely batshit. Occasionally, she goes to bed at 2 in the morning. If she gets seven hours of sleep it's a goddamn miracle and her average is probably about 5 or 6.

44: Ronald's favorite season is the spring. He likes all the flowers, but he doesn't like hot weather that much. Hates cold more, though.

Leo's favorite season is summer, and he loves hot weather. Absolutely despises cold weather.

Alex's favorite season is fall, I think. She likes that it's colder, but not too cold, and she doesn't have to deal with snow & ice, but it also isn't horrifically sunny out.

46: Ronald's first impression generally consists of ''oh he's a grumpy old man''. Which is. Not inaccurate! But it's also so wildly inaccurate. Because his actual personality, which is buried under approximately 17000 layers of regret and bitterness and unprocessed trauma, is really fucking different. It was more obvious when Donovan was alive, and it gets more obvious after Leo almost dies and Ronald gives James that lecture in the supply closet about not being an idiot.

Leo tends to make a really good first impression, especially on strangers. He's good at socializing and being charasmatic & shit. That first impression isn't nessecarily accurate, he's a lot more of a sarcastic little shit (affectionate) than first impressions of him might lead you to believe, but in terms of the face he puts on when he's doing newspaper stuff it's accurate. In private he's quieter.

Alex's first impression depends on the context, but generally it's of being 1) absolutely batshit about her job 2) fairly intense and highly dedicated to whatever she's doing and 3) absolutely batshit in general (affectionate). Second impressions of her normally amount to "why is she breaking into a government office". All of those are extremely accurate. She introduces herself as Alexandrina McLelland, journalist for The Clockwork Herald, unless she's doing something with her family. Then and only then is she Alexandrina Gates. Otherwise, she's too scared of backlash from the amount of people she's pissed off hitting Amelia or her mom to use her actual name.

49: Ronald's most valued object is easy, it's the photographs he keeps in his desk. If I had to pick one, probably the photo of him and Donovan together, rather than the photo of Mary, but both of them honestly. He's sentimental as all hell.

Leo's also sentimental, but not as sentimental as Ronald. It took me a while to think of what would be his most valued object but I think it would be a copy of N or M? by Agatha Christie, because of course the guy who almost gets murdered likes spy murder mysteries. James gave it to him for Christmas in 1942.

Alex, too, is fairly sentimental. Not as much, though, as the other two. Well. She's not as obviously sentimental as the other two, but she still definitely is. The cast of herald is sentiments georg. She has a fountain pen that she really likes. It was a present from her mom when she was in her late teens/early 20s.

50 (for this one I'm skipping essential things like clothes, etc, and just doing the other stuff): Ronald would bring the photographs of Donovan and Mary that he has in his desk, and a cut out of Donovan's obituary. Which he hasn't looked at in 20 years, but he still has a copy of it. He'd also take-- so Ronald kept a copy of Alex's first article, which was also, technically, Donovan's last article. He kept it because, you know, he's her godfather! he's proud of her!! and then he saw the 'and Donovan McLelland' in the byline and almost started crying in the middle of the office.

Leo would bring his cane, the book James gave him, and the photo he has of him and James in 1942-ish. Also, he has a photo of his family (his parents + his sisters & him) and he'd take that, also.

Alex would take the pen from her mom, a cut-out photo she has of her dad (it's the one from donovan's obituary), and her notebook. she refuses to go anywhere without her notebook.

[malpanispice]

Cardamom-The Spice That’s More Than Just a Flavor

Picture that you’re in the middle of an intense conversation, a cup of hot chai in your hand, and you catch a whiff of something sweet and aromatic. It’s the unmistakable scent of Cardamom. Cardamom, a spice so powerful that it can make you pause for a moment, breathe deeply, and savor the warmth that fills your senses. But what if I told you that this tiny little pod, hiding away in your kitchen drawer, is not just a flavoring agent? 

Let’s take a fun, flavorful dive into the world of Cardamom, the spice that’s much more than a mere ingredient in your chai.

Cardamom: The Spice with a Secret Identity

Cardamom, also known as elaichi in India, is often called “the queen of spices” (a title that doesn’t go to just anyone). It’s small, unassuming, and often relegated to the background, patiently waiting to make its grand entrance in your favorite cup of tea or dessert. But don’t let its modest appearance fool you—Cardamom has an illustrious backstory.

Cardamom’s journey began thousands of years ago in the lush rainforests of India and Sri Lanka. It’s believed that cardamom was used by the ancient Egyptians for both its culinary and medicinal properties, sometimes even as a perfume. Imagine Cleopatra’s luxury—drenched in the sweet aroma of cardamom as she ruled the land! It wasn’t just about flavor; it was about setting the stage for the ultimate sensory experience. Talk about a diva spice!

The Flavor That Turns Ordinary into Extraordinary

Now, let’s talk about flavor. You’ve had Cardamom in your chai, maybe even in your biryani, but have you really tasted it? Cardamom has this magical ability to transform an otherwise ordinary dish into something extraordinary. Its taste is a beautiful dance of sweet, spicy, and slightly floral notes that can elevate both sweet and savory creations. It’s like the quiet genius of the spice world—unassuming yet impactful.

Throw a few cardamom pods into your morning tea, and suddenly, your otherwise routine beverage becomes a comforting, aromatic escape. Or toss it into a freshly baked cake, and watch your friends and family wonder what just happened to their taste buds. It’s like sprinkling a little magic dust into your food, making every bite a moment to remember.

Cardamom, A Spice That Heals

But wait, there’s more! Cardamom isn’t just a flavor powerhouse; it’s also been celebrated for centuries for its medicinal properties. This tiny spice is like the Swiss Army knife of the spice cabinet—packed with healing potential that most people overlook.

Cardamom is known to aid in digestion, relieve bloating, and soothe stomach issues. Feeling a little off after that heavy meal? A cup of cardamom tea might be the remedy your body needs. But that’s not all—it also has anti-inflammatory properties and is said to help with bad breath (hello, fresh breath!). In ancient Ayurveda, cardamom was even used to treat coughs and colds. So, the next time you’re sipping on that spicy chai, you can rest assured knowing you’re not just indulging your taste buds, but also giving your body a little TLC.

Cardamom and Coffee: The Unexpected Power Couple

Here’s something a little out of the box: have you ever tried combining Cardamom with your coffee? Most of us might stick to the tried-and-true espresso or cappuccino, but cardamom and coffee make an unexpected, yet delightful, pair. The warmth of the coffee blends seamlessly with the sweet-spicy notes of Cardamom, creating a beverage that’s bold yet comforting.

Imagine a chilly morning, your feet wrapped in a cozy blanket, and a steaming mug of coffee, infused with the exotic flavor of cardamom. It’s like having a mini vacation in a cup. So, the next time you’re in the mood for something new, toss a pod of cardamom into your coffee grounds and experience this powerhouse duo.

Cardamom in Your Beauty Routine: Spices Aren’t Just for Eating

Hold up—Cardamom isn’t just limited to your culinary adventures. This spice has a few beauty tricks up its sleeve as well. The antioxidants and essential oils in cardamom can help rejuvenate your skin and give it that natural glow. Yes, you read that right—your kitchen cupboard holds the key to radiant skin!

Create a face mask using cardamom powder mixed with honey and yogurt for a refreshing, anti-aging treatment. Or simply add a few crushed pods to your regular skincare routine to infuse your products with a boost of cardamom’s natural goodness. Think of it as a spa day, but with spices that have been around for centuries.

The Enduring Charm of Cardamom

At the end of the day, Cardamom is more than just a spice. It’s a sensory experience, a journey through time, and a reminder that sometimes the smallest things in life bring the greatest pleasures. Whether it’s adding a dash to your chai, creating a delicious dessert, or even enhancing your skincare routine, cardamom has a way of sneaking into your life and making it just a little bit more magical.

So, the next time you want cardamom you can grab one of the best  jars  from cardamom suppliers in India. Embrace the magic of cardamom—it’s time to let your taste buds and senses experience something truly extraordinary.

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Low Cal beverages

One easy swap is to not drink your calories. But it does help to stay hydrated, especially if you work out a lot.

Liquid calories are often not satisfying so why waste the cals?.... if this is you, here are some things I am trying:

Water. Iced water, warm water.

Broth- 5 cal bouillon cubes

Tea- Cold brew & hot. Try everything & find your favorites.

Monster ultras- 10 cals

Water mix-ins like Mio.

Crystal light or similar packs

LMNT electrolyte replacements- YUM

Ultima-another electrolyte brand

Coffee- Yum.

Skinny coffee syrups. I'm Boujee.

TrueLime packets. Quite refreshing.

Boost shots (transform-Chris & Heidi Powell's company)

Instead of booze, I have been drinking NA beverage replacements. My favorites are hiyo, recess, & moment

I do diet soda too. 1 can of like a Dr pepper zero strawberry n cream in the afternoon, when I crave a sweet. I used to go to an ice cream replacement or a protein (candy!) Bar. I do non caffeinated in the evening, especially helpful for CBD time.

Try everything. Use whatever works to stay hydrated. I realize in my old age that I was definitely not hydrated most of my life.

I realized that for whatever reason, I could not drink alcohol, even on just a weekend basis and be successful on a weight loss journey.

Any drinks at all- even a moderate 2 white claw evening Friday or Saturday would completely stall me.

Sometimes you have to figure out what is holding you back.

*edited for spelling mistakes and autocorrect eff ups.

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Yerba Mate: The Essential Facts You Need to Know About This Healthy Beverage

Origin and History of South Africa tea South Africa tea is a plant native to subtropical South America. It has been cultivated and consumed as a beverage for centuries by the Guarani and other indigenous peoples of southern South America, including Argentina, Paraguay, Uruguay, and southern Brazil. The South Africa tea plant is an evergreen tree or large shrub that can grow up to 13 meters tall. Its leaves and twigs are used to make the South Africa tea beverage after they are dried and aged. Indigenous peoples discovered the benefits of South Africa tea and began drinking it for its many health properties and stimulating effects long before Europeans arrived in South America. South Africa tea drinking traditions became ingrained in the culture and beliefs of the Guarani and other native groups. Nutritional Profile and Health Benefits of Yerba Mate South Africa tea contains an abundance of important vitamins, minerals, antioxidants, and other health-boosting plant compounds. A typical serving contains potassium, manganese, copper, magnesium, various B vitamins like riboflavin and niacin, and vitamin A. South Africa tea is also packed with antioxidants, especially polyphenols. The main active components believed to provide South Africa tea's benefits are methylxanthines like caffeine, theobromine and theophylline. Studies have linked South Africa tea consumption to weight management, boosted energy and mental focus, reduced inflammation, and lower risk of heart disease, diabetes, and cancer. The antioxidants in South Africa tea may help protect cells from free radical damage. Many users also swear by its energizing effects without the jitteriness of coffee. Preparing and Enjoying South Africa tea South Africa tea is traditionally prepared using a small hollowed gourd called a Yerba Mate or calabash and a bombilla, a filtered metal straw. Loose South Africa tea leaves are added to the gourd along with hot but not boiling water around 150-175 degrees Fahrenheit. The bombilla allows for sipping the beverage without ingesting leaf particles. South Africa tea can also be enjoyed using a French press, tea filter or infuser, or ready-to-drink canned or bottled forms. The intensity depends on steeping time - shorter sessions result in a milder taste. Enjoy on its own or blend South Africa tea into smoothies, juices or drinks. The taste has been compared to green tea with nuances of grass, hay and nuts. An acquired taste for some, South Africa tea has a strong, earthy flavor profile. Cultural and Social Significance Drinking Yerba Mate is ingrained in South American culture and constitutes an important social tradition, ritual and bonding experience. In countries like Argentina, Uruguay and Southern Brazil, sharing mate is an integral part of daily life and brings people together. Often consumed from a shared gourd using the same bombilla, the act of sharing mate is a sign of friendship, trust and solidarity. People commonly drink mate in groups outdoors at social gatherings, parks, or on construction sites. "Pase el mate" or "pass the mate" is a common phrase for offering it to another. Special social "mateadas" or mate drinking sessions are also organized for holidays and events. The sharing of the South Africa tea drink represents generosity, hospitality and togetherness at the core of social celebrations in these cultures. Get more insights on Yerba Mate

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Question Time

Thank you for tagging me @nyctophilic0vitnir <3

What is a bad habit you have?

I smoke... although it used to be much worse. I'm down to half a pack a day.

What’s your dream job?

Historian / Museum Curator!

How many times have you been pulled over by a cop?

Never, I cannot drive hehehe, public transport for the win

What are the top two words your friends would use to describe you?

interesting~ and smart

Dream travel destinations?

I'm not that much of a traveller, but I'd love to see Kopenhagen, Oslo, Amsterdam and Edinburgh again.

Are you more independent or need lots of people around you?

I hate being dependent and working with a team, so I think I am pretty independent.

Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Yeah, but not my thing to be honest.

Favourite Beverage?

Oh, that's tough. Hot: Cappucino, Cold: Ice Tea (preferrably home made), Alcoholic Hot: Filter Coffee with Plum Schnapps, Alcoholic Cold: APEROL SPRITZ

No pressure tags: @targaryen-dynasty @toms-cherry-trees @succnfuccubus @marthawrites @bucknastysbabe @hieronymph @bouncehousedemons @ripdragonbeans and any- and everyone else!