#tea races

[benevolenterrancy]

this description made me realise what one of my favourite MXTX character tropes is: Over-Worked, Under-Appreciated Employee Who Is Not Above Becoming Somewhat Evil About It

[myficprompts]

rewatching the first couple episodes of season two of bridgerton and like…

okay at the races, lady danbury tells violet that anthony doesn’t believe in love. but BEFORE that, she tells violet of kate being an obstacle to anthony & edwina. now i need/want a fic where violet invites kate over for tea to try to win her over on anthony’s behalf.

bonus points if violet has anthony there too as a way to try to convince him to believe in love.

and then it backfires (but not really) because violet remembers that this young lady, who was curt at the conservatory ball and gave her a “charmed” short greeting when lady danbury tried to introduce them, is so similar to her eldest son. and the two of them argue/bicker in front of her.

and then chemistry and fireworks and she sees what’s brewing between kanthony before either of them accept it.

kanthony can’t stand each other and i want them forced into a tea time with violet early on pleaseeee

[loverglittergift]

The Hobbit - Kili gives Tauriel his stone

Kotpota - Noa gives Mae his necklace

[ltwilliammowett]

Racing Home,by Henry Scott (1911-2005)

[vettelsvee]

wtf is red bull ig acc posting a video of seb from last may when he went to imola at 12am (general european time zone) i’m losing my mind rn are they playing some kind of mastermind or what?

[hauntingofhouses]

(concept art of young taigen - source ; art credit: @abigaillarson)

i cannot get over this concept art of young taigen. god.

just look at this angry bratty boy, too many feelings that he doesnt know what to do with! an abused 9 year old kid in poverty always playing with sticks in the dirt, obsessed with greatness and dreaming to escape his decrepit village—and he does!

he does escape. he runs away. this angry little boy, all claws and teeth and biting words uttered with a lisp, going on the run into a world he's never seen before until he makes his way to kyoto. and knowing him he probably forced his way in to be accepted by the dojo, growling and kicking even as he's thrown out, back into the streets, too stubborn to take no for an answer and never knowing when to give up.

taigen calls mizu a dog, weak, an orphan, a scrawny street urchin. but i can't help but think that he feels so bold to use those words because he had them spat at him too.

because taigen had the idea of "this is how the world is" beat into him from birth. he learned quickly that if you couldn't beat the world you could join it. but that meant losing your way, your values, your principles. and isn't that what true honour is? not just titles and status and glory?

we don't get to see what taigen, as a child surrounded by peers encouraging and goading him on, would've actually done if that meteor hadn't fallen right in front of them at that very moment. would he have really tried to throw that stone on mizu, killing her? we don't know.

but we do see what taigen (his true self, with no one around) does, when presented with the same opportunity. when mizu passes out in front of him, unconscious and near death, vulnerable, the path to restoring his honour lays itself out for him on a silver platter. and he wants to take it, wants to kill mizu, to claim what is his and return to kyoto and get back everything he'd worked tooth and nail for. he feels like it's what he should do. but he doesn't.

and later, again he is presented with the chance to betray mizu, likely offered by heiji shindo to get his rank reinstated within the shindo dojo. and again, taigen doesn't take it. he refuses. "stupidly loyal," fowler calls him later. loyal, like a dog.

because now, pulled away from the sneering looks and jeering words of people around him, telling him that this is what the world is, taigen had met ringo and mizu, two outcasts who refuse to follow a predetermined path to greatness. and so inside something blooms in him. something like hope. a chance to live in a world that doesn't kick you down every chance it gets, to live in a world where genuine kindness and and love and friendship and even weakness is possible, allowed to simply exist without fear.

because he'd been running away from the very idea of it the whole time. when he ran from kohama, he never looked back, never wanted to remember what it was like to be a child, afraid and hungry and angry and hurting, without the words to make sense of it, desperately wishing for something. something more. he doesn't know what. but he hears stories of great swordsmen and decides, yes, this must be it. this is what i want: glory, greatness. the twisted seed gets planted and thrives in this barren land.

and when he returns to kohama with mizu and ringo, he at last is forced to stop running. he must face the child within him again, and he tells that child to put down the stones in his hand, tells him to stop barking at anything that moves or looks at him wrong.

the child drops the stone, and taigen buys dumplings instead, gives them to mizu. the child within him, wide-eyed at the prospect of friendship, moves him to pick up a hammer and toss it to mizu. he's smiling inside even as he does it; giggling like a kid hiding a silly prank. as soon as mizu drops the hammer after him, he leaps at her, tackling her to the ground and they wrestle and laugh unbridled like two children playing while the adults aren't around to barge in and yell at them.

and then his gaze catches on mizu's lips, he stares into mizu's eyes, a sparkling blue, inviting like the open sea in good weather.

it's a man's desire that takes hold then, the child in him sinking away again, and he curses himself for it, because it ruins the moment.

everything goes to shit from there, and then it's back to being a man, back to putting on his grown-up's armour to play hero.

it fails. the shogun dies. fowler's beatings reopen all the wounds left by heiji shindo's torture. "honour is meaningless," mizu tells him. "nothing comes from being a samurai but death."

the words follow him, and he follows the words.

as everything burns down, he runs, leaving the fire behind him, and sees akemi, as well as the verdure of spring behind her, calling him. he does not hesitate then to hold his hand out to her, inviting her to come with him. "i don't want to be great," he says. "i just want to be happy."

what is happiness to him? perhaps he doesn't know it yet, or perhaps he does. but really, i believe happiness is what the child in him always wanted but never received. happiness is a home.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Apparently there really was a Sir Thomas Lipton who founded Lipton's Tea. Here he is with the crew of the Shamrock IV at Morse's Dry Dock, Brooklyn, in preparation for the 1920 America's Cup race. (He lost.)

Photo: Bain News Service/LoC

[supermaks]

Monza, 2023. The 1 does 10. Og by Dan Istitene.

[bruhstation]

Have you seen or heard of Dungeon Meshi? Marcille kinda gives me your Henry vibes. :>

toast I do not play about dungeon meshi. I am absolutely obsessed with dunmeshi like my whole twitter fyp and timeline are filled with dunmeshi posts. such a beautiful, funny, heartfelt manga.... the last time I felt this way about a manga was with houseki no kuni.

anyways I see what you mean. they're both worrisome weirdos who would do anything for their loved ones and are in love with their tragic best friends.... though the whole thing about marcille being a long lived race and not wanting to see her loved ones dying before her reminds me a whole lot of gordon too

[misc-obeyme]

the new event made me laugh because unless Barbatos actually strapped me into a baby bjorn and carried me, there's no way I would participate in a race

ME TOO ANON.

I was like no, not even for Barbatos would I sign up to be in a race of any kind. Especially a dangerous Devildom cross country whatever the hell nonsense - augh just thinking about it makes me shudder!

I love the baby bjorn visual, though. And like... I kinda think if you told him that, Barb actually would carry you that way? Like I'm just seeing him going, as you wish, MC~

Next thing you know, you're strapped to his chest while he's running across the Devildom tundra or something.

[knockoff-conlon]

race drops onto spot's couch with a sigh. spot is already home, cooking something in the kitchen. "race, ya didn't tell me you were coming over!" he calls.

"i didn't plan on it. i was too tired to walk all the way back to my place." race settles into the couch a bit more, waiting for spot to join him. eventually, spot does, with an extra bowl of pasta for him.

"why ya so tired?" spot asks. race drops his legs into spot's lap.

"i was up late working on an assignment."

"you're dead on your feet, race. eat and then we can lay down and watch something, okay?"

"i'll get outta ya hair in a second, spot, promise."

"sweetheart, you're my boyfriend and you're half asleep as it is. relax. you can stay as long as you want." race nods as he starts to eat. spot turns something on the tv. he's too tired to focus very much on it.

he sets his empty bowl on the coffee table. spot will take it out to the kitchen. he quickly loses track of time and finds himself falling asleep on spot's couch. "race," spot nudges him. "sweetie, c'mon, it's your bedtime."

"super funny," race mumbles, not opening his eyes.

"seriously, i have a bed for a reason."

"tryna get me into bed, spottie?" race snorts at his own joke and then stops as spot grabs him. he always forgets how strong spot is. "put me down," he says as spot throws him over his shoulder. "this is so embarrassing." spot sets him on the edge of the bed.

"i've got some pajamas you've left here if you wanna change." race nods, smiling at spot. he changes and goes back to spot's room, finding him already laid down and reading some sort of book. there's a tea on his night stand. race takes a sip of it as he walks by.

"god, i forgot that your tea is practically just sugar." he pretty much climbs on top of spot, putting his head on spot's chest. he feels whatever book he's reading settle between his shoulders. "that's a sharp book."

"so get off of me and it won't be on you anymore."

"no." he smiles, listening to spot's heartbeat against his chest. spot's hand runs through his hair as he falls asleep.

he should be tired around spot more.

[starcrossedau]

Formula 1 Astrology Analysis

Charles leclerc

He gives first love vibes and I'm here for it lmao.

So the tea on him , He is super aggressive and can be even bitchy even more than max. He just happens to hide it well. Like that video of him and max Karting and he pushing max off the track. Max was very visibly pissed and ranting to the reporter whereas he just shrugged the inchident off. Lolol

Anyways he is not as chill as he portrays and yep his depression is obvious in his birthchart but nothing that states he will suffer forever or anything .

Money

He is gonna be loaded. Honestly his luck with money is pretty good nothing in his chart is obstructing him from making the tons of money he wants. He won't fall into traps like get rich schemes or be pulled into bad business ideas. He is pretty secured that way. Good for you charles!

Diplomatic

He is diplomatic as fuck and he is a pretty good communicator when he needs to be. I don't see him being the most talkative in the grid but he is definitely great at being diplomatic and giving satisfactory statements.

Max Verstappen

He is way more emotionally driven then he likes to show. He is very attached to his family and prolly is very scared to dissapoint them. He at the end of the day is a good lad but he doesn't know how to show his personality in an engaging way. He either struggles to show his feeling or just rambles.

I mean we know he is funny and is entertaining in a good way but I don't think he is interested in doing alot of pr till he retires ( unlike lando )

Good hearted

He is a good chap and his personality will be showing through here and there. ( that video of him comforting a crying P since she dint wanna go and shower is adorable. Very genuine imo)

He will luck out here and there with some good pr moments and yea he will be pretty successful in whatever he tries.

Talkative

He rambles alot (maxplaining). Also when he feels like he is not being understood he rambles even more. So that could get annoying for someone who doesn't like listening to people.

[hussyknee]

Whenever Brits are like "tea is our national drink, our culture, our personality, our mental health" I think of our hill country blanketed in a patchwork quilt of human suffering and ongoing violent colonialism and want to smash all their tea cups. Your genocidal leaf juice is nothing to be proud of. The present day tea pluckers are the descendants of the Indians you enslaved and they still live in unthinkable poverty in the line houses you built to house them like cattle. The families whose farmlands you robbed have been starving for generations. Every sip of your leaf juice is soaked in blood and you drink it like vampires.

Tea will never belong to you. It's our legacy of grief, and your shame.

Drink your tea and shut the fuck up.

[angelbaby-fics]

for the tea party:

drawing with chalk in the driveway with Steve or Stucky💛

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eeep such a cute little idea lol... it kinda got away from me (i accidentally wrote 300 words & had to edit it down to fit my own event rules lol) so consider this added to my infinite list of full length fics i wanna write lol 💕 173 words

sometimes steve felt a little guilty about his artistic talents. ever the humble hero, it didn't seem fair to him that he was whipping up masterpieces in any medium while your artwork tended to be more childlike and simple. to him, anything his babydoll had a hand in making was the pinnacle of artistic achievement, worthy of being framed in gold in all the great museums of the world. still, he hoped he didn't make you feel too bad. wiping pink chalk on the leg of your pants, you looked up from your drawing of a flower to see what steve had been working on. you gasped when you saw how he'd used water to blend different colors together, a beautiful butterfly unfurling its wings in the driveway in front of your house. a technique like that had never even occurred to you! you never felt discouraged by his talents, rather inspired. maybe with practice, hard work, and a little help from your daddy, you could learn to draw like him one day.

you're invited to my summer tea party!

[rosiethedragongeek]

I just like don't understand what people who don't watch/obsess over HTTYD (especially the shows) do all day. What do you THINK ABOUT if not the gang's relationships w eachother and their dragons, or the HTTYD ost or play moments from the movies and shows over and over in your head or how much you WISH you could ride a dragon (and which one you would ride) like?????? What do you WATCH if not RTTE over and over and over and over and over and over again?

[ltwilliammowett]

Racing Home - the James  Baines and Red jacket, by Henry Scott (1911-2005)