finished The Woods All Black which was pitched to me as a t4t gothic horror monsterfucking romance and I'm giving it a 4/10 like the imagery and beauty of the prose is all there - really strong start but then it veered into an un-nuanced good vs evil revenge fantasy. not my thing idk it lost any kind of complexity that was initially set up - every relationship except the main romance was dropped as soon as the sex started and some characters just straight up vanished and were never mentioned again lol. moving onto Detransition, Baby ✌
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Day 23 - Tea
Written for @prongsfoot-microfic
“Get away from here with that newfangled Western nonsense, Remus!”
Sirius turned, slowly, incredulously, to look at his shouting, shuddering boyfriend.
“Jamie—are you okay?” He certainly didn’t seem like he was. James had his arms raised in front of him, palms out as if warding off evil, face turned away from a bemused Remus.
“No! No, I’m not okay,” James cried dramatically, stumbling backward with hasty steps. Remus mouthed a ‘what the fuck’ in Sirius’ direction, hoping that he’d have a better idea of what was going on. Unfortunately, even with his vast knowledge of everything James Potter, he couldn’t figure out what was going on in that moment.
“James—wha-?”
“Oh, come on, Sirius,” James’ voice came out in a sort of indignant squawk, hands fluttering around. “Don’t tell me you can’t see it. That!” He pointed a finger towards Remus. More specifically, the steaming mug held in his hands.
“That?” Sirius leaned forward, trying to understand what James was going for. The only thing he could see was a milky liquid, with a string poking out of it through the side of the mug. Normal enough for Remus, who needed a cup of tea every three hours if he didn’t want to develop a killer headache. “I don’t get it.”
“The tea, Sirius! That—that abomination!” James finally spelled it out for them, though it didn’t make things any clearer.
“Huh?” Remus finally designed to speak up, peeking into his mug as if it held the answers of the universe. A huge sigh was heaved from the space in front of them, as if James physically couldn’t contain it any longer (not that he was even trying so far).
“I will never understand how you drink that swill when you can have perfectly good chai.”
Ah.
That explained it.
One wouldn’t think so, looking at James Potter, but he was an extreme tea—sorry, chai snob, utterly refusing to put up with anything except his beloved spiced chai. It didn’t matter that most of the time they didn’t want to put in the effort of crushing cardamom, grating ginger, pounding black pepper and waiting for everything to boil in the correct order for just the right amount of time. It didn’t matter that sometimes they just wanted something warm to drink within the minute, and a cup of hot water microwaved on full power with some milk powder and a teabag floating in it was more than good enough to get the job done.
No, for James, if you wanted tea, then you were supposed to have chai.
The moment realisation struck, Remus groaned out loud, all tension seeping out of his shoulders as his entire posture sagged. “James, you—! No. No. Sirius, will you please control your boyfriend while I enjoy my nice, hot cup of English Breakfast TEA without the peanut gallery yammering in the back? Thank you.”
With that, he sent one last scathing look towards an unrepentant James and walked away. They could hear an obnoxiously loud sip and a blissful ‘ah’ as he turned round the corner. James’ left eye twitched and he made a move as if to follow Remus and beat the mug out of his hand. Sirius, of course, couldn’t let that happen.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that, J?” Sirius murmured, wrapping his fingers around James’ wrist and pulling him closer. “Chai, tea, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”
“How dare you—“
Of course, Sirius knew the kind of reaction that would provoke, but swallowing James’ outraged huff with the press of his lips was his favorite past time, after all. How could he resist?
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i want to be a tea snob so bad, but i'm not committed enough to use loose tea. also, i steal (stole) dining hall cream and sugar, so i don't know how snobbish that is
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