#suzz

[guerrerense]

Snow Day por vexyn_ Por Flickr: CP(KC)s annual Holiday Train makes its way north through Bala, in a fresh layer of lake effect snow.

[theburgerlover]

Muzz (minos huzz) would be so brainrotted when talking to Suzz (Sisyphus huzz)

[venuslcver]

CAR RIDE TO SCHOOL ⋆

pairing: season4!robin x cheerleader!reader

synopsis: a standard car ride while dating robin.

tw: feminine described character, fluff, kissing, au without standard 80's homophobia (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

the screech of your, neon pink-colored, alarm clock filled your room. echoing throughout the vicinity of your large, pastel bedroom. finally easing up in noise when your palm collided against the base of it. letting out a huff, while laying your head back against your plush pillow, blatantly ignoring the alarm.

trying to dose off back into a slumber, although you were extremely tired. it happened to be just your luck— you couldn't fall back to sleep for the life of you.

great.

now fully awake, you turn to push your face into the pillowcase that incased your pillow, asperatedly screaming into it. seeing that it is 7:05, you began scrambling out of the bed, feet colliding against the cream, carpeted floored room. making your way towards your bedroom connected bathroom.

sliding the spaghetti straps off of your shoulder, hips wiggling out of your pajama slip-dress. throwing you hair into hair-style that would keep it from getting wet. slipping into the steam filled shower, you began suzzing the entirety of your body in raspberry scented soap, loofah in hand.

hearing steve's car pull into your driveway, you began scrambling down the second story of your house, slamming your pristine, bleached white cheer shoes against the stairs. walking with haste to the kitchen, greeted with the smile of your mother, plate in hand, stacked with pancake after pancake, enough food to feed you, steve, and robin— your girlfriend.

swiftly pecking the cheek of your mother, you took the plate out of her hand. slamming the front door, a smile, now, written on your face as you saw robin— head poke out of the semi-rolled-down window.

"yess, steve i told you that she would make food!"

seeing robin open up the passenger door to steve's car, she left a quick peck on your forehead before getting in the very middle, back seat. robin always, without fail, gave up the front seat for you. the one, and only time that you joined her in the back seat, steve accused robin and you of making out.

"you guys better not be sucking face back there"

ever since then, you had to spend all your time in steve's car, in the front seat. throwing your backpack into the passenger seat of the car, you slid into it while balancing the plate of pancakes. setting it on the center console, the hands of robin and steve began plucking them off quickly.

mouth stuffed to the brim with pancakes— yet you were still able to understand the insulting words that steve was hurling at you, "mhm these are good! there is no way that you made these"

the whole entirety of the car ride to school was usually spent on steve obnoxiously singing music from the cassette tape he made. At the same time, you leaned back in the passenger seat allowing robin access to your face to apply makeup.

it isn't abnormal if robin quickly glances over to steve, and when she sees his usual distracted-self dancing. barely even paying attention to the road, let alone paying any mind to the two of you— every fiber of attention paid forward, towards doing your make-up dissipated from robin's mind.

she would swiftly lay a passionate kiss on your lips, just lengthy enough to satisfy her need for affection, at least till you got to school. steve was even more strict than your mother, hell, you could go as far as to say the same about your father. but not too long, not lasting long enough for mama steve to start nagging you and robin, along with the over-dramatic fake gagging that would ensue.

though it needs to be said, that you would be the one that would be pulling away no matter how annoying you found steve. you thought that robin's friend was rather very kind for offering to drive you guys to school, even if that meant that he would have to leave his house extra early than he usually would for work.

arriving at your high school, robin is swift to vault out of the car, peeling the passenger door gaping open. now, clutching your backpack, for you, with her right hand. her other hand guided you out of the car, before gliding her palm against your cheer skirt, flattening it, to avoid you flashing the entire school your ass.

[lee1504]

haunted.

it's the suzz (skibidi huzz) 😼

[rainbowspinch]

A smams and a suzze

[bumble-bee-buzz]

Dilfs are getting too normalized and mainstream. I wanna see the suzz (senior citizen huzz).

[f3lixfl1ck]

spamton 👅👅

hell yeah get that suzz (spamton huzz)

[foodandfolklore]

The Wonderful Tea-Kettle

Tea and teapots are a big part of Kitchen Witchcraft, and just Witchcraft in general. Tea Pots are one of those gadgets that can easily hold all four base elements. The material they're made can help heighten their properties. A keeping a metal tea pot, such as one made of iron or brass, can help protect your home. Brass is especially good at harnessing solar energy. A ceramic tea pot may help conversations. They can also be more easily decorated, and thus the symbols on them can have their own meaning to the owner.

Tea Pots are also chock full of prosperity and cooperation. You can have a friend over to chat over a cup of tea, and a small amount of tea leaves can make a lot of tea. But tea pots are also symbols of calm and solidarity. Sometimes you just need a bit of time to yourself to relax. And, I don't know why, but when my Kitchen Starts to get chaotic and messy; once I clean out my used tea pot and put it back where it's supposed to be, I feel less overwhelmed about cleaning the rest.

The following is a western retelling of a Japanese folktale about a shape shifting tea pot. In the original story, the creature the tea pot shape shifts into is a Tanuki; a kind of raccoon dog. But this retelling by William Elliot Griffis in 1908 refers to the creature as a badger. Because, at the time, that was closest thing they had to translate.

A long time ago there was an old priest who lived in a temple and was very devout. He was also very poor. He cooked his own rice, boiled his own tea, swept his own floor, and lived frugally as an honest priest should do.

One day the kettle in which he boiled water for his tea got broken, and he did not know what to do, as he had no money to buy a new one. But the next morning, behold! a shiny brass tea-kettle was sitting outside his door. Overjoyed he returned thanks, and built a fire in the square fireplace in the middle of the floor. A rope and chain to hold the rice-pot and tea-kettle hung down from the covered hole in the ceiling which did duty as a chimney. A pair of brass tongs was stuck in the ashes, and soon the fire blazed merrily. At the side of the fireplace, on the floor, was his tray filled with tiny teacups, a pewter tea-caddy, a bamboo tea-stirrer, and a little dipper. The priest having finished sweeping the ashes off the edges of the hearth with a little whisk-broom made of hawk's feathers, was just about to put on the tea when "suzz, suzz," sang the shiny tea-kettle spout; and then "pattari—pattari!" said the lid, as it flapped up and down, and the kettle swung backward and forward.

"What does this mean?" said the old priest with a start; for, wonder of wonders, the spout of the kettle had turned into a badger's nose with its big whiskers, while from the other side sprouted out a long bushy tail!

"Ho, ho!" cried the priest, with a long string of Japanese words which would sound strange to you. And in terror he dropped the tea-caddy, spilling the green tea all over the matting, as four hairy legs appeared under the kettle, and the strange compound, half badger and half kettle, jumped off the fire, and began running around the room. To the priest's horror it leaped on a shelf, puffed out its belly and began to beat a tune with its fore-paws as if it were a drum. The old priest's pupils, hearing the racket, rushed in, and after a lively chase, upsetting piles of books and breaking some of the teacups, secured the badger, and squeezed him into a keg used for storing pickled radishes. They fastened down the lid with a heavy stone, and felt sure that the strong odor of the radishes would kill the beast, for no man could possibly survive such a smell, and it was not likely a badger could.

The next morning the tinker of the village called in and the priest told him about his strange visitor. Wishing to show him the animal, he cautiously lifted the lid of the cask, lest the badger might, after all, be still alive, in spite of the strong vinegar pickles, when lo! there was nothing but the shiny brass tea-kettle. Fearing that the utensil might play the same prank again, the priest was glad to sell it to the tinker, who on his part secretly thought the priest had been dreaming, and was glad to give another kettle in exchange for it, and some cash to boot. He carried it proudly to his junk shop, though he thought it felt unusually heavy.

The tinker went to bed as usual that night with his tiny paper shaded lamp just back of his head. About midnight, hearing a strange noise like the flapping up and down of a pot-lid, he sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and there was the bewitched tea-kettle covered with fur and sprouting out legs. In short, it was turning into a hairy beast.

"Don't beat me or shut me in a vinegar keg," it said, "for I am really kind-hearted and wish you well."

"What can I do for you?" asked the tinker.

"Feed me a little rice now and then, and don't put me on the fire as that stupid priest did. Look here."

Going over to a corner of the room and taking a fan from the rack, the badger climbed up on the frame of the lamp, and began to dance on its one hind leg, waving the fan with its fore-paw. It played many other tricks, until the man started up, and then the badger turned into a tea-kettle again.

"I declare," said the tinker as he woke up next morning, and talked the matter over with his wife. "I'll just 'raise a mountain' on this kettle. It certainly is a very highly accomplished tea-kettle. I'll call it by some high-sounding name and exhibit it to the public."

"You've been dreaming," scoffed his wife; "that's only an ordinary brass tea-kettle."

"Just watch it and see," replied the tinker.

So they watched the next night, and sure enough it turned into a badger again.

The delighted tinker hired a professional showman for his business agent, and built a little theatre and stage. Then he gave an order to a friend of his, an artist, to paint scenery, with the sacred mountain Fuji yama in the background and cranes flying through the air, a crimson sun shining through the bamboo, a red moon rising over the waves, with golden clouds and tortoises and such like. Then he stretched a tight rope of rice-straw across the stage, and the handbills being stuck up in all the barber shops in town, and wooden tickets branded with "Accomplished and Lucky Tea-Kettle Performance, Admit One,"—the show was opened. The house was speedily filled, the people coming in parties, bringing their teapots full of tea and picnic boxes full of rice, and eggs, and dumplings made of millet meal, sugared roast-pea cakes, and other refreshments; because they came to stay all day. Mothers brought their babies with them, for the children enjoyed it most of all.

Then the tinker, dressed up in his wide ceremonial clothes, with a big fan in his hand, came out on the platform, made his politest bow and set the wonderful tea-kettle on the stage. At a wave of his fan, the kettle ran around on four legs, half badger and half kettle, clanking its lid and wagging its tail. How the children shouted; and so should you and I if we could only have been there! Next it turned into a badger, swelled out its body and beat a tune on it like a drum. It danced a jig on the tight rope, and walked the slack rope, holding a fan, or an umbrella in its paw, stood on its head, and finally at a flourish of its master's fan became a cold brass tea-kettle again. The audience were wild with delight, and as the fame of the wonderful tea-kettle spread, many people came from great distances to see it perform.

Year after year the tinker exhibited the wonder until he grew immensely rich. Then he retired from the show business, and out of gratitude took the old kettle to the temple again and deposited it there as a precious relic. The old priest was given a goodly sum of money to do nothing else but take care of it; and all his life it had all the rice and dumplings it wanted. After his death it turned into an ordinary kettle, and has stayed so ever since. If you don't believe it, you can go to the temple some day and see it for yourself.

[1i2love-7myself]

Can I request one with taeyong x male reader where he likes to baby him and give the male reader affection :)

Candy

You knew Taeyong was VERY affectionate when you were sick but this was kind of getting out of hand yet you weren't complaining at all because the way he is is... different. You don't have to lift a finger once he's in your presence and you appreciated that a whole bunch but sometimes you feel like you could do a little something..

Now done practicing for some song you were doing, you were left with a tired you and a working Taeyong who non-stop helped you with everything you wanted such as cooking, cleaning, washing etc. It didn't seem to bother the boy but it did bother you a lot. Taeyong turned his head around the corner and peeked in "Baby, do you want a bath since you look kind of tired?" He asked, flashing those pretty shiny eyes to you.

You shook your head "No- I'm good, I'll just take a rest." You said but that didn't budge him. Taeyong puffed his cheeks out into a whiney pout before making his way to you, standing over your body that was laid plainly onto the bed. He just stared at you with a pleading look "Please.. you look so stressed and.. I really want to make you feel better." He said.

God was he the cutest when pleading ! Now his lip was pushed out into a cute pout with his cheeks not puffed out anymore ".....fine but--" before your sentence was even out, Taeyong was dragging you out of bed and into the bathroom, quickly removing your clothes so you could get into the tub. Once done, taeyong removed his clothes and made his way behind you, sitting there to have a better advantage of washing you.

Taeyong grabbed a washcloth and some liquid soap before pouring some on the cloth, suzzing it up and starting to wash you up. "Tae?" "Hm?" He said, hands busy. "Why are you so affectionate towards me?" You finally let out that breath you were holding for some reason "Because, It's just natural to be to someone I love." Those words curled a smile across your face. Wasn't he the best?

[90shetfield]

i would like some backshots work maximum speed with a dragon dildo

Please and thank you

you're gonna have to come get it suzz

[kirk-hammett-bl0g]

rip fly high suzz, may the shit that took you down be eliminated from your bowls

It was whole entire bowel movement i almost fucking died

[dearestclement1ne]

gonna go cast a spell on the suzz (6’4 huzz)

if i tried to explain what huzz meant to stewie i think she’d probably die

[cloudylovesmuses]

Ohh suzz, always making my day with your love, I absolutely adore you hun💖

[thewaxingcrescentsjournal]

((ALright time to tramatize his firends)) Jacksin:+"*annoyed sigh* DAMN IT!"+ Fuzz-o-grams:^"Fuzz-wuzz-muzz-juzz-suzz..."^

"no...catnap..."

(I'm genuinely concerned about both what you're going to do to Catnap, and what you're going to do with his friends)

[tyhaodiary]

WHITE NEGRONI 

“Every man is a poet when he is in love.” 「每個戀愛中的人都是詩人。」—PLATO 是的，一早起床其實不是自然起床，而是被陽光與溫度較了起來。原本以為天氣應該更適合補眠，然而2023年的早晨天氣卻是大好。好的，儘管今天的行程仍然是，寫日誌，健身，喝焦糖瑪其朵，然後回家煮一個適合的跨年鍋物，輕鬆自在的過完2023年的最後一日。 不過這金色陽光，如然讓我想要調製一杯雞尾酒作為早晨的儀式，於是打開了書架的調酒書籍，翻了一翻，看了一看，看到了「WHITE NEGRONI」。而特別的是，她的製作方式並不是經典的三款，但是基本一定要有SUZZ SAVEUR…

[suzziesaturn]

SUZZ From head to toe…