#Computer tea Earl Grey hot

[rabbitcruiser]

International Tea Day 

While everyone loves a cup of tea, many of the workers and producers of that tea face poor conditions and pay. Help raise awareness and keep tea fair.

The tea industry provides millions of people around the world with cups of tea in the morning. One of the biggest producers of tea, India, recognizes the importance of tea in its communities and as a commodity for commerce.

However, much of the working conditions for those within the tea industry still need much improvement. If you think this holiday was about drinking tea, well think again! International Tea Day is all about the tea workers and bringing civil rights into action. Let’s see how this holiday came to pass.

Do you love a good cup of tea? While International Tea Day can certainly involve paying homage to tea, we should pay homage to those working in the tea industry. The best way to do this is by helping to raise awareness regarding their working conditions so they can be improved.

History of International Tea Day

The International Tea Day campaign was launched in 2005 by the trade unions, small tea growers and civil society organizations in Asia and Africa to address the issues of living wages for workers and fair prices for small tea producers.

The International Tea Conference in New Delhi came out with an International Declaration on the rights of workers and small growers to help regulate uneven competition, land ownership, safety regulations, rights of women, social security and living wages. Another organization, The Tea Board of India, proposed International Tea Day in hopes of it becoming an official holiday to the UN Food and Agriculture Organization.

This was proposed by chairman Santosh Kumar Sarangi in 2015. According to the chairman, the proposal of India was supported by countries such as Canada, the United States, European Union, Sri Lanka, China, Japan, Kenya, and Malawi. While the holiday doesn’t have official status, the goal of this holiday is to recognize the vulnerable situations that tea producers in India have with current living conditions and worker-related policies.

The day also focuses on deliberating on urgent issues such as residues, climate change, technology and trends on production and consumption in the tea industry. To observe this day, over 150 representatives from tea organizations gather and conduct a seminar to discuss the pervading problems the tea industry has as well as problems faced within their own country.

International Tea Day Timeline

2737 BC Tea is discovered as a beverage

Legend has it that Chinese Emperor Shen Nung is sitting beneath a tea tree while a servant boiled water for drinking. Some leaves fall into the cup and begin  the practice of drinking what is now called “tea”.

1610 Tea comes to Europe

It is believed that the Dutch were the first to bring tea to Europe, just a few years prior to the introduction of coffee by Venetians.

1773 The Boston Tea Party occurs

With the intention of revolting against the high taxes levied by the British government without providing any voice, residents of Massachusetts throw tea into the Boston Harbor. “No taxation without representation” is the major complaint.

2004 International Tea Day is created

At the World Social Forum, International Tea Day is conceived and then celebrated the following years in New Delhi and Sri Lanka, then later in other tea-producing places like Nepal, Viet Nam, Bangladesh and others.

2019 United Nations adopts International Tea Day

After some years of advocating for its observance, International Tea Day is adopted by the United Nations General Assembly at the suggestion of the FAO Intergovernmental Group on Tea.

How to Celebrate International Tea Day

If you’re a lover of tea, then do some research about some of your favorite companies. Try looking up tea brands that support fair trade, and possibly switch to those brands to make a difference in the way you buy products such as tea. Use the hashtag #internationalteaday to help recognize it as an official holiday and educate others about the tea industry if you’re interested.

You could also use International Tea Day to try a variety of tea you have never had before. Matcha, for example, is highly popular as of late. You need to shop with care, though! The first thing you need to take a look at is how the Matcha has been produced and sourced.

You need to ensure that all veins and stalks have been removed so that there is not any bitterness and only the finest leaves should be used. Secondly, the color of the matcha powder is a significant factor. The greener the color is, the better. This is because the leaves are forced to overproduce chlorophyll because Matcha is shade-grown, which causes the vibrant green shade.

If the Matcha is yellow or brown in color, this is a sign that the leaves have not been properly shaded or that branches and stalks have been included. The price is the third factor to consider. Like most things, if you want quality, you can expect to pay a little bit more.

If something seems too good to be true, the chances are that it is. The feel of Matcha is also important. It should be a fine powder that is very silky. Last but not least, the taste is obviously a crucial attribute when it comes to quality. It should have a clean and naturally sweet taste.

Why not make some delicious baked green tea treats on International Tea Day and have a bake sale to raise money and awareness regarding working conditions in the tea industry? Green tea recipes are available in their abundance. People are actively searching for different ways to enjoy green tea. While green tea is delicious when simply mixed with hot water, there is nothing wrong with switching it up from time to time, especially on International Tea Day!

An easy and delicious recipe is Matcha Meringue Kisses. To make this you will need Matcha, sugar, egg whites, and powdered sugar. Begin by sifting together the Matcha and the powder sugar, and then whip the egg whites until they have soft peaks. Gradually add the sugar and whip until stiff peaks. Gently fold the Matcha into this mixture and then transfer to a pastry bag. Pipe the mixture into small kisses onto a baking tray and then bake for around an hour.

Or, why not make Green Tea Donuts? For this, you need green tea, honey, melted butter, milk, egg, salt, baking powder, sugar, and cake flour. You whisk the green tea, salt, baking powder, sugar, and flour. Add the honey, melted butter, milk, and egg, and then whisk. Use a pastry bag to pipe the batter into the mould. Then, simply bake the donuts for eight minutes. You can make your own glaze to go on the top – chocolate goes well!

Other delicious baked treats to try include green tea muffins, brownies and shortbread!

International Tea Day FAQs

What is International Tea Day?

Created to celebrate and pay tribute to the countries that produce tea to supply to the world, starting in India and moving to other places like Sri Lanka, Malawi, Uganda, Bangladesh, Vietnam and more.

When was International Tea Day first celebrated?

International Tea Day first got its start in 2004 when it was celebrated in New Delhi. It grew over the years and by 2019 the day was adopted by the United Nations General Assembly.

How to celebrate International Tea Day?

A great way to observe this day is by learning a bit more about the nations who produce tea for the world. Also, don’t forget to order a cup of fair trade tea for one, or take a friend out to enjoy a cuppa together.

What is the theme of International Tea Day?

The theme for this day devoted to tea producers changes each year, but some of the past themes have included themes such as Tea and Fair Trade or Harnessing Benefits for All from Field to Cup.

When is International Tea Day celebrated?

Taking place on May 21 of each year, International Tea Day originally took place on December 15 from 2005 when it was often only celebrated by tea-producing countries. It changed to May 21 when the UN adopted the day.

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[jarotopal]

Spotted this at my school before class.

#star trek #computer. tea. earl grey. hot! #the building my classes are in has all the tech classes too

[yoon-kooks]

pastries & promises | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, you’ll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.

⛓️word count: 3k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

a/n: this takes place a few days after p&p jjk & oc start talking to give us a glimpse of what their new dynamic is like in & out of class✨ btw despite what oc says about earl grey, i personally love it;;

After a weekend of sex, coding, kitten shenanigans, and more sex, you wake up to a beautiful boy with equally beautiful tattoos nagging you to “get the fuck up” for the “hundredth time” because “class starts in twenty minutes” and “attendance is worth 25% of your grade.” It somehow slipped your mind that it’s already Monday. Can he really blame you after fucking you silly several hours ago?

You tug at the collar of his hoodie and pull him on top of you. Still very much naked beneath the sheets, you suggest, “Or we can just skip class and extend our weekend? I’m sure we can find something fun to do.”

“Nice try, but no.” Jungkook offers you a hand and pulls you into an upright sitting position. The sheets slide down your chest, and you catch the boy staring a little too long.

“And you expect me to walk into class without a bra?” It’s not your fault you rushed over to his place last night in nothing but a baby tee and leggings. Why bother throwing on a bra when you know it’s gonna be torn off your body the second you step into his room?

“I mean, I’m not against it.” His eyes are still locked onto your chest. At least he’s a guy who appreciates art when he sees it. When he’s finally done, he digs through his closet and throws one of his grey hoodies into your arms. “But this will keep you warmer.”

You sniff the hoodie. It’s clean but still has the very scent you’ve familiarized yourself with a lot this weekend—blossoms and bergamot. It smells delicious.

With a sigh, you hop out of the bed and collect your pieces of clothing from every corner of the room. Your thong somehow wound up slung over his computer screen, but better there than on the floor.

Once you’re dressed in your day-old clothes, you slip into the boy’s hoodie and drown in his scent. The warmth that engulfs you makes you want to adopt his comfy casual style. At least on school days. Maybe you wouldn’t dread going to class so much if you could just sit there and be all cozy like that.

You’d still prefer to stay home and fuck him, though.

“You know what, I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden,” you lie. “Maybe you should stay home too so we don’t spread any germs to our beloved classmates.”

“Maybe you should just go to class like a good girl, and maybe you’ll be rewarded afterward,” he throws back at you. The way you perk up is almost embarrassing. But you’ve definitely got a thing for being praised and rewarded for good behavior. Especially if the prize is something pleasurable. So yeah, you suppose you’ll endure class for a few hours so that you can have some more fun later on.

“Fine.” You wrap your pinky around his to solidify the deal. He gives you a look but doesn’t pull his finger away. “But just know that you’re a nerd for never skipping class.”

“And how do you know I never skip class?” He raises his brow with intrigue.

“We’ve been in at least three or four other comp sci classes together, and I’ve never seen you miss a day.”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping tabs on me all this time?” He’s totally calling you out. But he isn’t wrong. As quiet as Jungkook is in class, it’s hard not to notice someone who’s so incredibly smart. Doesn’t hurt that you’ve always thought he was kinda cute too.

“I guess you could say that,” you admit. What you won’t admit, however, is the fact that you’d wanted to talk to him back then but didn’t know how to initiate a conversation. You might be considered popular, but you sure as hell don’t know how to talk to people unless they strike up the conversation first. And Jeon Jungkook clearly didn’t have any intentions of being the initiator.

Thank god for that partner project that started it all.

Just before the two of you can get out the door, a tiny mew stops you in your tracks. The kitten looks up at Jungkook and cries again.

“You have to stay home, little one,” he says, holding a hand up for her to sit and stay. Like the naughty demon child she is, she ignores everything he says and climbs up his leg and into his arms. You can hear her purring as soon as she rests her chin on her dad’s shoulder like an actual baby. It’s so tempting to take a million pictures of the glorious cat dad moment and set one as your phone wallpaper, but you’d definitely run out of storage. Good to know you have some form of restraint when it comes to your infatuation.

After ten heartwarming seconds, he sets the kitten down in her pink bed and gives her a new tiger toy that was special ordered from some fancy cat shop on the other side of the country. 

“Stay,” he tells her again before rising out of his squat. When she does as she’s told, he adds, “Good kitten.”

Oh, how you wish he was saying that to you right now.

“Your daddy really spoils you, you know that?” you giggle, waving bye to the kitty. A second later, you’re overcome by the urge to latch around Jungkook’s arm as you both head to his car. “When are you going to spoil me like that?”

He doesn’t give you a specific answer, but you’ll gladly accept the way he shrugs with the faintest hint of a smile. The two of you haven’t been talking all that long, and yet, he seems to be tolerating your antics well. At the very least, he must like you a tiny bit.

On the car ride over, you feel like you’re forgetting something. And then the boy’s stomach rumbles. Neither of you has eaten anything since the impromptu fast food run last night.

“Ooh, we should stop by the cute little bakery near campus before class,” you suggest, totally not trying to avoid class for the thousandth time today. “I heard they have really good muffins.”

“We’re gonna be late if we make any detours.” He catches a glimpse of your pout as he makes a right turn. “We can go after.”

Your pout quickly becomes a smile because he keeps sweetening the deal. You’re very much looking forward to the promised pastries and sex after class along with anything else he might throw in.

When you get to class, the usual gal crowd is hanging around your desk. Except someone else is there sitting in your seat. It’s Big Tim. Great. You love confrontation first thing in the morning.

Before approaching the seat thief, you watch him throw a cocky ass smile at Jungkook who straight up ignores it as he takes his seat next door. You would’ve appreciated a little help, but there’s nothing from Big Tim you can’t handle. Besides, the two of you agreed to keep the whole hookup thing lowkey and out of the mouths of your gossiping classmates. Otherwise Jungkook would probably end up hearing a wacky rumor-fied version of it from his tattoo artist.

“Hi?” you say to the guy in your seat. You’ll play nice for now.

“Oh hi Y/N, we were just talking about you.” Big Tim gives you a much kinder smile than the one he threw at Jungkook—a byproduct of being popular, you suppose.

“About what?” You’re genuinely confused.

“There’s a party at my place this weekend, and I’m hoping you’ll be there.” This is the first time he’s personally invited you anywhere. Is it a coincidence that he’s doing it in front of an audience?

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m all partied out for a while,” you respond as honestly and gracefully as possible. You have no interest in hanging out with Big Tim, but parties aren’t completely off the table forever. It might be fun to bring Jungkook to one eventually, even though he claims he’s uninterested in getting wasted with people he couldn’t care less about. “Can I have my seat back now?”

Big Tim laughs it off like you weren’t being serious. “Aww, don’t be like that. It’s just gonna be a small thing with you, me, and a few others. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

You and him? You almost gag. That doesn’t sound like fun at all. And what’s up with him dismissing your gentle rejection? If he didn’t want to be rejected in front of everyone, he shouldn’t have hyped it up in the first place. Now it just feels like he’s pressuring you into going along with it because he knows you’re too soft to make him look bad in front of others. Unfortunately for him, that’s not going to happen.

“I’m seeing someone—a single father, actually—and I’ve been helping him with his kid. So I don’t have time for your party.” The single father part is a bit of a stretch, but you kind of like the sound of it. He’s your local hot cat dilf after all.

The girls’ jaws all drop at the same time. Big Tim’s smile also drops a bit, but he continues to shrug it off. “Helping a dad with his kid? Anything for a good dicking, I guess.”

Okay, buddy. 

You tried to stay courteous about the whole situation, and this is what you get in return. He can say whatever he wants to make himself feel better about himself, but it’s also sad to see not a single one of the other girls step in and call him out on his bullshit. You’re sick of it.

“Are you done? Can you leave now?” You look Big Tim straight in the eyes, although you’re hoping the girls take a hint to leave as well.

They don’t. Because they’re too invested in how Big Tim will respond as he opens his big mouth once more.

“She said leave,” Jungkook snaps out of nowhere. If you had to guess, he was trying to catch up on sleep after that long night with you, and now he’s cranky and mad that Big Tim can’t just shut up and take the L.

Big Tim and the girls collectively turn their heads toward the grumpy boy who cuts the conversation off with a death glare to each and every one of them. As expected, Jungkook is the only person who’d ever take your side on anything. And that’s why he’s the only one who matters to you these days.

At long last, the crowd disperses and everyone goes back to their seats. Just in time for class to begin.

As soon as class ends, you stretch your arms out, slip past all the girls who want the deets on this mysterious dilf you’re seeing, and meet back up with said dilf outside the building.

“Bakery time?” You’re smiling awfully bright despite the shitshow that went down before class. But that’s the effect Jeon Jungkook seems to have on you. You’ll take a bad day every once in a while if he’s there to make it a little better.

“Don’t bakeries usually close early?” he asks in a calm voice as if that isn’t the most devastating thing someone has said to you all day. You hadn’t thought about that.

In a panic, you pull out your phone to check the time and google the bakery’s business hours. Before you can get your answer, the boy chuckles, “It’s open. I already checked. You’re just fun to fuck with.”

You’d fight him for messing with you like that, but you’re too distracted by that chuckle. It’s a rare occurrence that you’ll treasure forever. Who knew he had such a charming laugh? And how lucky are you to be the one to hear it?

“By the way, thanks for earlier,” you say as you hop into his car. “I was about to throw hands at Tim.”

“I thought his name was Jim.” The boy looks so confused. You love it. “But yeah, you should’ve thrown hands for all that shit he said.”

“He wasn’t wrong about the good dicking though,” you hum. You can’t even remember the last time sex was this good. 

“Definitely not wrong about that,” Jungkook agrees with a big fat smirk on his face.

When the two of you arrive at the bakery, you’re delighted to see that they haven’t sold out of the famous poppy seed muffins you’ve been eyeing on Yelp. You try to get Jungkook on board with the muffin agenda, but he opts for a buttery croissant—another solid pick. You’ll definitely be stealing a bite out of that flaky pastry of his.

“Which drink are you getting?” you ask, eyeing the drink menu like it’s a map of Disneyland. Everything looks so fucking good that you don’t know where to start.

“A London fog.” You have no idea what that is, but it sounds boring. “It’s earl grey,” he clarifies upon seeing the ignorance in your eyes.

“Isn’t that what old people drink?” you snicker. “You’re a nerd and a senior citizen?”

“Well what are you getting? A hot chocolate, right? Because that’s what babies drink,” he teases back. Now that you think about it, he calls you Baby an awful lot in bed. If the two of you were dating, you wonder if you could get him to call you that all the time. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

You do end up getting the hot chocolate while Jungkook gets his elderly drink. As the barista is ringing the order up at the register, a cute sign catches your attention at the other end of the counter because there’s a cat on it. You wander over to it and pick up one of the baggies with fresh baked cat treats in it. What a coincidence.

“Hey Jungkook, look. Let’s get this for Lucy, too.” Excited by your last-minute find, you scurry back to the register where the boy is already slipping his wallet back into his butt pocket. Fine, if he wants to pay for your breakfast, then you’re paying for the kitty treats.

After you pay and secure all your food, the two of you return to Jungkook’s place. The first thing you do is seek out the kitten who’s busy taking a nap on the boy’s bed instead of in her own.

She blinks at you with heavy eyelids and twitches her nose toward the bag in your hand.

“Good morning, little cutie,” you grin. “I brought you some special treats.”

Her big ears immediately shoot up as she starts pawing at the bag. She’s so fucking cute you could cry.

“You have to ask your daddy if it’s okay to eat one now.” You continue to use your baby voice before turning to the daddy in question standing behind you.

“Just one.” The stern dad voice comes out. “And make sure you break it in half. She’s small, you know.”

“Yes, daddy.” By now, the word slips so naturally off your tongue. You meant for it to be sarcastic this time, but you’re also very aware of what it does to him and his body.

He watches quietly as you break the treat into bits and hold it in your palm for the kitten to gobble up. She meows, optimistic for more special treats, but you stick to the plan and give her more pets and cuddles instead.

“Your daddy is so mean, huh. He doesn’t want you eating any more yummy treats,” you blabber into the kitten’s ear. She makes a whiny sound in agreement.

“Hey, what are you two conspiring about over there?” Jungkook frowns.

“Oh nothing.” You’re about to shoo him away but notice his lock screen flashing on in his hand. It looks like a pic of you and the kitten conspiring together. “Wait, what’s that on your phone?”

“Oh nothing,” he mocks you before changing the subject. “Drink your hot chocolate already. It’s getting cold.”

You take a sip of it as you devour the muffin. Your drink is basically cold chocolate milk at this point, but at least it still tastes amazing. The muffin slaps too.

“Taste,” you say as you offer up your half-eaten muffin to the boy. He takes a bite like a good boyfriend would—except he’s not actually your boyfriend.

“It’s good,” he shrugs as he goes back to the flaky pastry. “The croissant’s better though.”

“Let me taste.” You grab hold of the boy’s chin and taste the butter on his lips. He kisses back with long, tender motions that leave you wanting far more than just a casual makeout session. There’s no doubt in your mind that he tastes better than both the muffin and croissant combined. You pull back for just a second to say, “Hey, wasn’t I promised sex after class?”

“Do the homework first. It’s easy.” Of course Jeon Jungkook has his priorities straight, and of course you listen because you’re craving more of his praise. At least he’s a good influence on you. “And I never said sex specifically, by the way. Is that what you were thinking about in that dirty little head of yours?”

He’s 100% right. Your horny mind just believes whatever it wants to believe. Right now, it's telling you the boy wants it just as much as you do. He’s just better at hiding it.

“It was heavily implied though,” you huff as you take your laptop out and start on a boring coding exercise on his bed. “The sex better be really good!” And that’s a threat.

“When has it not been?” Jungkook shoots you an arrogant look. Good point. And apparently he’s already finished with the assignment because he shuts his computer off and turns his attention to your screen. He sits his ass right behind you, slips his hands up into the hoodie you’re wearing, and whispers into your ear, “Now hurry up and finish. I’m waiting.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts college au #nerd jungkook

[socialpermadeath]

you can order name brand earth drinks from Federation replicators, it's just kind of a pain in the ass. the computer will insists that you specify all sorts of parameters like formulation era and whether the drink was sold in a plastic bottle, a can, or from a soda fountain. Riker personally has a short cut built into the replicator so he can just say "Riker parameter Diet Coke" to get one according to his liking without having to ramble off "Diet Coke, late 1990's formulation, can variety, chilled and then served over ice with a straw, 500 milliliters" because the replicators do often need you to be that specific if the database doesn't have an established norm.

"tea, earl grey, hot" only works because the computer has an established norm for what blend of earl grey to use and how much to serve. before the klingon's were close friends with the federation, someone wanting a cup of hot raktajino would have to list the ingredients and amounts by name verbally. once the drink gained serious popularity, a federation technician took the time to input the recipe into the main database of standard issue replicators to save everyone breath.

#star trek #star trek headcanons

[crestfallercanyon]

🌟Weekly Tag Wednesday Friday! 🌟

Thanks for tagging me @jrooc! Sorry I am... behind as I always am, as much as I love these. I just haven't tumblred from my computer for a hot minute <3

Name:  crest

Location: you can find me walking in nature somewhere. like a mythical creature or a squirrel.

And now for the randomness!  Tell me your most and least favourites of:

Candy? Most, I love those chocolate covered pomegranate spheres? they're my absolute fav. Least, warheads; things that are super duper sour make my eyes twitch (literally).

Seasons? Most, autumn I think. Least, extremely hot summers, where it looks like you can go outside and then you step out and it's a goddamn blast furnace. I can only strip so much before it's indecent lol

Hot beverage? Most... earl grey tea. Least? gosh i'm not sure, I like most hot beverages fine that I know of -- think I'm actually going to say like hot lemon green tea, it tastes like medicine at that point to me.

Cold beverage? Most, iced tea; least, sparkling water (I don't like carbonation and this has no flavor otherwise so I net zero enjoyment from sparkling water lol)

Colours? Most, forest or emerald greens. Least, I don't have a least favorite color, actually. I don't like the color gray on me so I guess we'll go with that.

Vegetables? Most, green beans or potatoes or spinach, Least... eggplants or turnips probably.

Traditional foods from your country? I'm midwestern at heart, I love casseroles of many kinds, I think they're cozy; least? I do not like super sticky overly sauced barbecue.

Insects? Unfortunately I have a pretty severe phobia of most bugs that I'm trying to work on (and it's getting better!). Butterflies are okay from a distance. I am really not a fan of anything else.

Cake flavours? Most, my friend makes a really good lemon cake with earl grey frosting for my birthday which is so sweet and it is my favorite; Least, coconut.

Non-Gallagher or Milkovich Shameless Characters? Most? I love Sheila. Least, Ned. He's a creep.

Well, in a prompt that only asks for two words I managed to put way more than that. Can't do nothin' without explaining myself, sorry. Tagging or just waving to: @mybrainismelted , @michellemisfit , @mmmichyyy , @callivich , and anyone else who wants to do this tag game and hasn't done so yet!

#tag games #weekly tag game

[kimium]

Earlier I asked @m34gs if there was a Starbucks in Twisted Wonderland, what would the Housewarden's go-to order be? She answered in this ask, but also prompted me to give my thoughts. As a tea only drinker this will be challenging for me, but online menus are the best!

Riddle - London Fog (Earl Grey Latte) with milk foam

Without a doubt in my mind Riddle has to have a tea order. Tea is an important part of Heartslaybul and if Riddle doesn't drink a certain quota of tea then he's breaking at least ten-fifteen rules and he CANNOT let that happen.

This order is also very simple in both saying and ingredients. There isn't a lot of variety with this one, which helps Riddle ease into the drink order. I'm certain he grew up believing anything his mother deemed "fancy" was unnecessary and horrible. This drink helps meet a balance for Riddle: tea and simple. I'm certain once he becomes comfortable with drinks he'll branch into Refreshers or Frappaccinos.

Leona - Iced Peach Green Tea

Like you said, Leona doesn't like complicated drinks nor does he want something hot or caffeinated. He wants his precious naps! This drink meets Leona's requirements: simple (so no one can screw it up if they're doing a run for him), cold, and a little sweet.

Azul - Brown Sugar Oat Americano with 4-5 shots of espresso

I agree with you: Azul, like Idia, is living on caffeine and sugar. Only while Idia is unapologetic in his caffeine/sugar order, Azul tries to disguise his with fancy additives (the brown sugar syrup pumps, cinnamon topping, and oat beverage). This way he can tell people what he's drinking without mentioning the word "espresso" in his order. No one is fooled though. They all know exactly what Azul's habits are.

Kalim - Strawberry Creme Frappuccino with extra whip

Scarabia is hot and Frappuccinos aren't. Strawberries are delicious and sweet. Combining these elements makes for a delicious drink that I think Kalim would love. I agree he has a sweet tooth and thus he wants extra whip. In truth, I think Kalim would like all kinds of frappuccinos, but he also strikes me as someone who likes fruit. Hence, I think this is a good pick for him.

Vil - Matcha Latte, two extra scoops of matcha, with non-fat milk

Look, I know this is basically my order, except without the non-fat milk, but hear me out. Matcha has many health benefits. It is high in anti-oxidants, can help protect your liver, boosts brain function, may help prevent cancer and boost heart health, and helps regulate weight. With so many fantastic benefits, I think this is something Vil would go for as he strikes me as someone who values healthy foods.

Idia - Espresso Macchiato with milk foam and with whatever unholy amount of espresso shots he's feeling like adding

I agree 100% with you: Idia lives on two things: caffeine and sugar. With this, he's basically drinking milky espresso/sugar. Just typing this is making my head hurt. He's also ordering this late into the night and consuming it as he plays games. Again, as you said, the only reason why he doesn't add more shots (which I checked and the counter wasn't stopping me from adding them) is because Ortho threatened his computer with perma-death.

Malleus - Chai Latte with milk foam

While I also think it's super cute for Malleus to go for the Dragon Fruit drink, I also think he likes tea. He's also wary of coffee shops as he's very unfamiliar and uncomfortable in there. However, thanks to Yuu and Lilia he visits for the first time and nearly panics when he sees all the options and customization. So, he orders one of the most simple items on the menu. Besides, drinking Chai is like receiving a warm hug and I think Diasomnia can be a bit on the chilly side.

(I also think Leona wants to make fun of him for having a "basic bitch order" but his order is also rather basic in nature.)

There you go! Here are my options! I hope you like them, friend!

#personal #replies #twisted wonderland #my headcanons

[buttspocks]

#star trek #i hope i’m not late to the trend

[ohtobealady]

Earl grey, matcha, herbal, coffee!

Aw, friend! Thank you :)

Earl Grey: How do you take your tea?

Usually Earl Grey black. When I'm not lazy, + one sugar. And if I'm wanting to actually relax, + splash of milk. I also like Hot Cinnamon Sunset from Harney & Sons. Starbucks = London Fog.

Matcha: Favorite Book?

English teacher, so buckle up LOL. Top three: Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day, Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby, Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird. Nonfiction: Gottlieb's Maybe You Should Talk to Someone … and not to be this way but honorable mention to Miller's The Song of Achilles … it is so beautiful.

Herbal: a selfie?! cheeky. I don't take a whole lot of selfies but here: one in the sunlight and one from just now, on my terrible computer camera sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my shepherd's pie to be done.

coffee: black or with a splash of Coffeemate French vanilla coffee creamer. Am I boring? Yeah, babes. Yeah, I am.

Tea Asks :)

#tea asks #about me

[terrainofheartfelt]

Prompt? Dair + Cold

Dair + Cold

Since she got this internship at W, planning out outfits in her head is all Blair has been doing. 

She just didn’t account for how fucking cold the offices would be. 

It’s ridiculous. Even in the dead of winter, when the furnaces of New York are blasting away, this oasis of art and culture in the midst of the tundra of corporate drab is still freezing. 

Tundra, that’s a good descriptor. Stark, too. The kind of cold that wasn’t even interesting, just another facet of the halogen lights and gray speckled walls. Uninspiring.

Are all office buildings like this? Blair would suspect so, but she also expected a fashion magazine to have a little bit more…style. Ugh, it’s so cold in here it’s freezing out her ability to avoid cliche. But seriously, how was she supposed to dress to impress in this climate?

She spares a wistful glance to the coat rack in the corner of Epperly’s office. Right now, the only outerwear it’s holding is hers—a forest green peacoat with a complementary Hermes scarf, plus her favorite dove gray beret—an elegant and stark (there’s that word again) contrast to Humphrey’s same boring gray coat and same hideous scarf. They’d been here a week now, how long would it take him to absorb some of the good taste surrounding him? Given the thickness of his skull, possibly a long while. 

Humphrey strides through the door, a cardboard coffee cup in each hand, something slung over his arm. He’s done it all week: every single time he steps out for coffee or tea or another hot beverage, he brings back two. Blair’s written it off as her bribe for not ratting out to Epperly his frequent breaks (though their supervisor may be even more a caffeine junkie than Dan Humphrey). 

He doesn’t look cold, she thinks begrudgingly as he moves into the office, definitely not looking forward to the heat from whatever he brought her this time, and definitely not eyeing the way the knit wool of his sweater clings to his shoulders. It’s possible this job is making her crazy. 

Humphrey goes to her side of the desk first, setting down one of the cups, and dropping the garment he was carrying on the empty stretch of table beside it. 

She squints at it, then up at him, more confused than anything else. 

“You’re cold,” he shrugs. “And I don’t want my article to win by default just because you’re too frostbitten to type.”

She inspects the thing a little more closely. It’s the cardigan he’d been wearing first thing this morning. She remembers thinking it looked so warm. Cheap, but warm. 

“Cheap polyester blends do not touch this body.”

He snorts, turning away with a roll of his eyes. “Suit yourself.” He goes over to his workstation across from her and drops into his seat. “And it’s wool, by the way. Jen may haven’t paid much for it, but she did pick it out.”

Blair purses her lips, and cautiously prods the pile of sweater on the desk with the capped end of her pen. She catches Dan’s exasperated look out of the corner of her eye, then drops the pen, turning back to her screen, to the blog article she’d been working on before Humphrey and the temperature pulled her focus. 

Dan does the same, and they work in silence as the afternoon ticks by. A fresh draft of cold air moves through the office, and Blair shivers for the millionth time, and she reaches for the cup Dan had given up, cupping her hands around its warmth before taking a sip. Tea. Earl grey with bergamot. It’s nice. 

She catches his eye over their computer screens briefly, but breaks the gaze as soon as she realizes, returning to her typing with a vengeance. Just because he’d boiled some extra water does not mean she isn’t going to do everything in her power to beat him in this internship. 

Several minutes later, a harried Epperly appears in the doorway, summoning Humphrey away with a brisk “Daniel.” Normally, Blair would try to wrestle the opportunity out of his grubby Brooklyn hands, but she’d already saved a cover shoot from disaster earlier this morning, so she could afford to be a little generous. 

Plus—even though it was too late for her—she didn’t want her tea to go cold. 

She shivers again, her teeth clacking against each other. Really, this was ridiculous. She takes another sip from her cup. Pleasant, but the warmth doesn’t travel out very far. 

Blair casts a glance around the office and through the glass walls that look into the hallway, then gives in with a sigh, snatching the sweater up from the table and slinging it on. It’s surprisingly soft, worn, but not worn down, the woven knit still thick and warm. 

She cuffs the sleeves up over her wrists to free her hands, and pulls the cardigan tighter around her, she sniffs the air, catching a whiff of something familiar. She ducks her head briefly, bringing her nose closer to the collar. Bergamot. 

Warmer and more comfortable than she’s been all afternoon, Blair gets back to work, anxiously checking around every few minutes, so no one at this fashion magazine catches her wearing such an—admittedly very cozy—abomination. 

#dair #a little W fic for youse #inspired by my office always being cold no matter what the season #*prompts #and that's all of them! thank you to all who sent one in and have like/reblogged/etc <333 #all will be crossposted to ao3 forthwith #this is all I have fic wise for the next few weeks #i hope to see you in kinktober -- well not like that. you know what I mean.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Hot Tea Day

The perfect time for a cup of tea is National Hot Tea Day, on January 12 every year. Tea has been in our cups since as far back as the 2nd century B.C. Originating in China, tea has grown to become the second most consumed beverage in the world, after water. This delicious blend of spices energizes, detoxifies, relaxes, and does so much more.

History of National Hot Tea Day

Tea has been consumed for almost 5,000 years. In 2737 B.C., during the Tang Dynasty, legend has it that some tea leaves fell into a pot of water that was being boiled for Chinese emperor Shen Nung. He drank the brew and found it delicious and relaxing.

In 2016, the earliest known physical evidence of tea was discovered in the mausoleum of Emperor Jing of Han in Xi’an, indicating that tea, from the genus Camellia, was drunk by Han dynasty emperors, as early as the 2nd century B.C. The Han dynasty work, “the Contract for a Youth,” written in 59 B.C., contains the first known reference to boiling tea. The first record of tea cultivation is also dated to this period, during which tea was cultivated on Meng Mountain.

Tea was first introduced to Western priests and merchants in China during the 16th century. The first recorded shipment of tea by a European nation was in 1607, when the Dutch East India Company moved a cargo of tea from Macao to Java. Tea was sold in a coffee house in London in 1657, Samuel Pepys tasted tea in 1660, and Catherine of Braganza took the tea-drinking habit to the English court when she married Charles II in 1662.

Tea smuggling during the 18th century made tea accessible to the public. The British government removed the tax on tea, thereby eliminating the smuggling trade, in 1785. The popularity of tea played a role in historical events — the Tea Act of 1773 provoked the Boston Tea Party that escalated into the American Revolution. By the late 19th century, tea had become an everyday beverage for every social society.

The Tea Council of the U.S.A. was founded in 1950, and National Hot Tea Day was created by the council in 2016.

National Hot Tea Day timeline

2737 B.C. The Accidental Brew

Tea leaves fall into a pot of water being boiled for Chinese emperor Shen Nung.

59 B.C. Boiling Tea

The Han dynasty work, "The Contract for a Youth," contains the first known reference to boiling tea.

1607 Tea Goes West

The first shipment of tea to Europe is recorded by the Dutch East India Company.

1773 The Boston Tea Party

The Sons of Liberty destroy an entire shipment of tea sent by the East India Company, in opposition to the violation of rights in the Townshend Act.

National Hot Tea Day FAQs

What is the ideal temperature for your tea?

The ideal temperature for your tea is below 150° F (65° C).

Is hot tea good for you?

Tea contains multiple health benefits, some of which include improved digestion, deoxidants, reduced stress, and pain relief.

Does tea have to be hot to work?

The colder something is, the harder it is for taste buds to pick up on the subtleties of the flavor. Science agrees that hot tea is better.

How to Celebrate National Hot Tea Day

Brew a cup of tea

Celebrate on social media

Host a tea party

There is no other way to celebrate National Hot Tea Day besides brewing yourself a nice warm cup of tea. There's tea for literally any and every time of day, so don’t hold back. Have as many cups of tea as you want throughout the day, in celebration.

Sip some tea and post a beautiful photo of it on social media. Don’t forget to use the hashtags #NationalHotTeaDay, #HotTeaMonth, or #TeaTime in your posts.

Today is the perfect day to gather family and friends around for a good, old-fashioned tea party. Pull out your best table cloths, biscuits, and finest tea sets to celebrate the day.

5 Interesting Facts About Tea

There are 3,000 different types

It’s great for your health

Don’t use boiling water to make it

They weren’t always in bags

There used to be a tea auction

The flavor of teas depends on where they grow as well as the type of bush, and are sometimes made up of different blends.

Among other things, it contains polyphenols, which help our bodies fight off cardiovascular diseases, cancers, osteoporosis, diabetes mellitus, and other maladies.

You should never use boiling water for tea because you'll burn the leaf.

Teabags were invented in the early 1900s.

The London Tea Auction ran for 300 years, and according to the B.B.C., by the 1950s a third of all the world's tea was bought through the auction.

Why We Love National Hot Tea Day

There’s no such thing as too much

There’s a tea for everything

The flavor palette is wide

National Hot Tea Day is the perfect opportunity to drink as much tea as you want. With tea, there is no such thing as too much.

With the variations of tea, such as green tea, black tea,  tea has become more than just medicinal. If you need to relax, there's tea for that; if you need a detox, there's also tea for that. There’s pretty much tea for anything you want.

Just like the blend, the method of cultivation also varies. This leads to different types of tea variations, and ultimately different flavors as well.

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#San Francisco #Computer tea Earl Grey hot #I love tea #Earl Grey Tea is my favorite tea #always unsweetened #Chelsea Market #USA #New York City #Women are Persons By Barbara Patterson #Ottawa #Canada #on board #plane #World's Largest Teapot #Chester #West Virginia #roadside attraction #original photography #cityscape #public art #sculpture #Ontario #National Hot Tea Day #12 January #NationalHotTeaDay

[yoon-kooks]

paw prints & presents | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: You and Jungkook never discussed Valentine’s Day plans, but that doesn’t mean the night won’t include corny Valentine’s cards and you getting down on your hands and knees in pretty pink lingerie for him.

⛓️word count: 2.1k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, dry humping, sex on the couch, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, cumshot, she swallows, oc makes another ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

a/n: here's a lil smutty drabble i wrote up for valentine's day! (you don't have to read the other p&p fics before reading this one)💖

You’ve been acting a little weird lately. Ever since February came around, you’ve been asking Jungkook about random shit like his favorite flower (lavender), his favorite romcom (none), his favorite day of the year (nonexistent), and his go-to boba order (you called him grandaddy for saying earl grey again). The most recent question was about his taste in lingerie (doesn’t matter because you’re hot regardless). 

But whenever he asks why you need to know these things, you just shrug your shoulders and pretend like you’re too busy playing with the cat to answer him. The way you always shush the kitten as soon as he enters the room leads him to believe the two of you are up to no good. 

It’s driving him mad.

At one point, he thought you might be sweetening him up for when you go behind his back and adopt another cat because “Lucy needs a friend” and “there’s a cute cow cat at the local shelter.” But something tells him you’ll save the cow cat shenanigans for another time. 

The thing is, he’s not completely clueless here. As much as he doesn’t want to think about it, he’s well aware that Valentine’s Day is around the corner. It’s not a day he typically celebrates, but he also doesn’t know how you feel about it yet. If it’s a big deal to you, he’d want to do something thoughtful to live up to whatever the fuck you’re secretly plotting. At the same time, the two of you still haven’t made it official, so perhaps you aren’t scheming anything related to the most romantic day of the year. Perhaps he’s just overthinking it…

…Or not.

A few days before Valentine’s Day, Jungkook comes home from class early and sees something he shouldn’t have seen. Your laptop is out in the open on his bed, but you’re nowhere to be seen—probably in the bathroom or something. He’s always been the kind of guy to respectfully look away from what’s on other people’s computers or phone screens. But it’s kind of hard to ignore the pink lingerie set you apparently just ordered. The lingerie you normally wear is a sexy black or a sophisticated neutral. But this baby pink one, with the tiny red hearts and bows, is way cuter than what he’s used to seeing you in. It’s giving submissive vibes, for sure.

The thought of you wearing that tiny thing on Valentine’s Day would automatically make February 14th Jeon Jungkook’s new favorite day of the year. And that alone is something to celebrate.

But how exactly is he supposed to celebrate? It seems you have your mind made up on surprising him with pretty pink lingerie, but what can he provide in return without being too cheesy? He’s terrible at shit like this. In fact, one of his exes broke up with him specifically because he wasn’t romantic enough. She wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like he’s going to rewire his entire brain to be romantic enough for someone else’s liking. Maybe that’s fucked up of him. Maybe a good partner would make sacrifices and force themself to change for the sake of the relationship if they truly cared. 

You’re different, though. With you, nothing feels forced. Rather, he gets an urge to do something nice for you, even if it goes against his natural tendencies. And right now, he wants to also surprise you with a little something on Valentine’s Day.

On the big day, he waits for you to leave for your afternoon class. That’ll give him plenty of time to put together the surprise. All he needs is some pink cardstock, markers, paint, ribbon, and a kitten.

As much as he hates cheesy Valentine’s cards, Jungkook finds himself pondering over what to write on the cardstock. Knowing you, it’s safe to go with something silly and funny. Thankfully, you’re an easy one when it comes to humor.

“Have a paw-esome Valentine’s Day, Mommy,” he writes in bold marker. You’ve been hesitant to call yourself the kitten’s mother despite raising her right alongside Jungkook. But it’s clear that you’re doing a good job. “Love, Lucy.”

He picks up the sleepy kitten, dips her paw pads into safe non-toxic paint, and adds her paw print to the bottom of the card like a signature. As the paint dries, he gives the kitty her first bath, blowdries her fur, and ties a pink little ribbon to her collar.

When the sun goes down, Jungkook rolls up the note and attaches it to the kitty’s ribbon like she’s some messenger pigeon. And then the two of them wait on the couch together, kitten loafing in the boy’s lap, for the door to open.

Five long minutes later, your keys jingle around as you unlock the front door.

“Go hide,” he whispers to the kitten who runs off into his room with a frisky tail in the air. She probably thinks he’s playing hide and seek with her like they normally do. Poor thing.

Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the couch again and pulls out his phone to look natural. Totally normal.

“Hi?” you say as soon as you open the door and see him sitting in the dark living room, his floating face illuminated by his phone screen. You hit the light switch as you kick your shoes off and look around for possible booby traps or jumpscares. It seems you’re very aware that the potential for a surprise is at an all-time high today. Then your eyes fall back on him. “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” He scratches the back of his head.

“Like this.” You do the awkward pose thing people do when they’re very clearly failing to act natural. How do you manage to make even the most awkward poses look cute? Maybe your little black dress has something to do with it. You weren’t wearing that earlier when you left for class.

“What do you mean? I’m just here, sitting on the couch with my phone.” Damn, is it really that obvious?

“Ah, so you were here waiting for me to get back from class like a dog?” you tease as you climb into his lap and set his phone aside. Your new perfume is a sensual lavender (no wonder you asked him about his favorite flower). And your dress is so short all he can feel is skin when he grabs hold of your ass. “Don’t worry, I missed you too.”

You snake your hands around the back of his neck and devour his lips, his tongue, his taste. He’ll never get over the moans you make just from kissing him like he’s the finest dessert you’ve ever tasted. Or the way your tongue just laps him up like a kitten—

“Wait,” he says after forcing himself to pull back from your lips. The urge to put his lips right back where they belong is incredible.

“No, Jungkook, I don’t have any homework that needs to get done before we…” Your words trail off as you kiss him some more and roll your hips against his crotch. You’ll never let it go that he’s “the biggest nerd in the world” for always making you finish your homework before sex. Thank god you don’t have any tonight. Because his hard cock is already past the point of no return.

The secret Valentine’s card still needs to be delivered, though. And the poor kitten is still waiting for her daddy to come find her.

“No seriously, wait a sec,” he chuckles, lifting you off of him before walking into his room to scoop up the kitten hiding behind the clothes hanging in his closet. When he rejoins you on the couch, he passes the fluffball to you.

“Ooh, did daddy give you a bath? You look so cute,” You sniff her orange fur and find the rolled-up note tied to her pink ribbon.

Your face quickly goes from curious to smiley as you unroll the note and read the silly message. Jungkook reads it right alongside you as if he wasn’t the one who wrote it.

“Congratulations, it seems Lucy has accepted you as her mother figure,” he says in the straightest face ever.

“Paw-esome?? Mommy??” you giggle, turning to the boy whilst cupping his chin. “Is that what you think of me?”

“It wasn’t me, it was Lucy,” he shrugs. “Right, Lucy?” She meows in agreement.

Then he pins you down against the couch cushions and leans in to whisper, “You’re my baby girl, remember?”

Your face is flushed with color as you nod up at him. You grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull him in. He finds your neck and leaves a trail of little marks as your body heats up beneath him.

“I love the card, by the way,” you manage to get out between breaths. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

“Like I said, it wasn’t from me.” His gives you a few more kisses while running his hands along your dress. As hot as you are in that dress, he’d love to get his hands on everything hiding beneath it. “I didn’t even know today was Valentine’s Day.”

“Liar. You suck, you know that.” You pout for half a second before your horny eyes are showing again. “Guess you don’t want to see the surprise I have for you.”

“What is it?” he asks a little too quickly. He must sound like such a simp.

You sit up, leaning your tits against his chest, and say, “Undress me.”

Jungkook lifts the dress up and over your head to reveal the same lingerie set he saw on your computer screen the other day. Except now it’s on your body. And boy does it look good on you. It doesn’t matter that he already had a sneak peek at it and plenty of time to mentally prepare himself for this. He still can’t take his eyes off of his baby girl looking all pretty in pink. And he forgets to speak.

“What do you think?” You drop to your knees on the carpet and situate yourself between his legs.

“Hot,” is all he can say before you unzip him and get your hands on his hard cock.

“Good.” You wet your lips with a sly tongue. Your hands start stroking his length up and down as you eye his tip. “It was an impulse buy the other day when I was feeling so horny for your cock.”

“Do you need my cock that badly?” he asks, his breath getting rougher. 

You nod, licking your lips again. He’d normally make you wait a little longer before letting you give head, but fuck it. It’s Valentine’s Day, and his cock is his gift to you. You’re always begging to suck it anyway.

With a firm hand, he angles your chin up until his erection is staring you in the face. You wrap your lips around him and take him in until he hits the back of your throat. Your cute little gag doesn’t stop you from going right back in, bobbing your head back and forth, up and down his length. He decides to help by thrusting in and out of your throat.

When you stop to catch your breath, his glaze runs down your mouth. You make sure he’s watching when you lick it up and swallow before sucking him more. One of your hands grips his cock while the other travels down into your thong. He watches the way you rub between your legs and rock your body back and forth to pleasure yourself and him at the same time. 

You savor each and every drop of him as if it’s the last. Your lips glisten and swell with pleasure as you’re hard at work with his cock. There’s no way anyone else can look this good while doing what you do to him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, fucking your face faster. You moan something that sounds like his name, although it’s kind of hard to understand with a fat cock in your mouth.

At his breaking point, he pulls out and strokes his length until (most of) his cum sprays right into your mouth. You swallow it up while shooting him an awfully innocent smile. After catching his breath, he wipes up the bit of lust on your cheek and lets you suck it off his fingers. You’re such a good girl for him.

“You were so good, baby,” he praises you. You definitely need to be rewarded. “Should we watch one of those romcoms?”

“I thought you said you didn’t like romcoms.” You tilt your head. “We can find something else that we can watch togeth—”

“Pick your favorite romcom.” He shakes your suggestion off and lays you down on the couch so that you’re facing the TV. He hooks a finger on the strap of your thong and tears it off. With his lips just a kiss away from your wet pussy, he says, “I won’t be watching anyway.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts college au #nerd jungkook

[valorandgold]

@vulpuslunae​ from this

It felt like she hadn’t seen him all day. Between following up with forensics and the public defender’s offices, Miharu had been out and about all day. After the day’s hustle and bustle, she’d closed up shop at her own office, and lingered in his office. While Miles meticulously perused through the files he’d just received from the police department that afternoon, she’d fixed herself some tea (the only available thing next to water in his office) then set it aside to cool a little. She’d never been a fan of scalding hot tea after all.

Slightly wrinkled fingers interlocked as her arms reached around his neck, face buried in the fabrics of his shirt and suit - make up slightly brushing off. A pause, a whiff of him. He smelled of traces of sweat, hints of musk and the earl grey tea he always drank - a tantalizing combination that always drew her near to him.

A peck here, a peck there. A bid for attention. Or a way of distraction to throw him off his focus. A routine beginning of a dance. Not that he minded, she knew this well enough. “It’s the end of the day and you’re still looking at that email.”

Miharu was always successful in breaking his concentration whenever she lavished him with affection, particularly the sort where the way she did it offered a certain implication that was almost an expectation from her by now. The...appeal to it was undeniable, as was their natural inclination, yet even with her effective distractions, Miles Edgeworth had great difficulty turning away from the computer screen in front of him. It took all of his remaining concentration to not make a sound from what his beloved was doing to him, an effort which failed when a slight hum slipped out, and clearly not the result of what his eyes were glued to.

“...it would be greatly helpful to me if a certain prosecutor would stop dragging one of my best detectives to effectively the other side of the world and then bringing her back again on extremely short notice...and by extremely short, I would say that the most accurate time frame would likely be directing her to notify me through e-mail as he is forcing her to get on a plane with him. I believe that the next time they are in the country, I will assign Ema to work with someone else, perhaps even myself, as this entire situation is rather stressful for me, though not nearly as much as herself, I am certain.”

Well, there wasn’t much he could do about it at present, and there were more...pressing matters that required his attention, it seemed. A soft moan punctuated his surrender, turning to look at Miharu in all her irrefutable attractiveness. “...you seem to want for me to keep my focus elsewhere, however.”

#vulpuslunae #Miharu #~You're Already The Voice Inside My Head~ ;; Edgeworth #v: Pursuit of Truth #lol how long do you give it before I have to move this thread to my sideblog?

[jaimebluesq]

WIP Wednesday 06/15

More modern day AU One Braincell Trio

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“But what about you?” Jiang Cheng looked over his shoulder as he added grounds to the filter. “What do you say? Do this with me? I think it would be a great chance to do something different.”

“I'll have to think about it.” He flicked the button on the coffee maker. “It's not the kind of thing I want to decide the day after I get laid off – I haven't even had my coffee yet.”

“You would have if we'd gotten a Keurig-”

“Keurig is evil,” Jiang Cheng muttered. “Coffee is an art, and anything less than a proper coffee machine ruins it.”

There was a shuffling at the door. Jiang Cheng turned to watch Nie Huaisang walk in, dragging his feet on the ground, his eyes half-closed as he wandered through the kitchen and over to the microwave. He tapped it amiably on the lid.

“Computer. Tea, Earl-Grey, hot.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, but Wei Wuxian laughed at the perfomance. Ever since he and Wei Wuxian had bought the new microwave – which, he had to admit, did look a little futuristic in design – Nie Huaisang had made the same joke every time he slept over at their apartment. Jiang Cheng had been over it after the first time, but Wei Wuxian got a kick out of it every time. If only they knew the monumental effort it took Jiang Cheng to resist teasing them for being the geeks they were.

Nie Huaisang pouted and patted the microwave again. “Your replicator's broken again.”

“Well, Captain Picard,” Wei Wuxian teased, “come and sit down and maybe Jiang Cheng will bring you a coffee.”

“But I wanted teeeeea,” Nie Huaisang whined as he sat down at the kitchen table. He glanced at the pile of discarded pineapple chunks and, grinning, grabbed a handful to pop into his mouth.

“You're disgusting,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “I am never letting you order pizza again.”

“Yes!” Nie Huaisang crowed. “I never have to pay again!”

“Oh, you're still paying,” Wei Wuxian countered. “I'm just going to do the ordering next time and leave you the bill.”

“Jiang Cheng, your roomie's being mean to me,” Nie Huaisang moaned, putting an elbow on the table and leaning his head upon his hand. “Are you going to stand for that?”

Jiang Cheng had just turned off the coffee maker and poured out three cups. He knew everyone's preferences by heart and had them all fixed to perfection before he brought them over to the table, placing each before their recipient with care. “No, I'm not going to stand for that.” The last cup placed on the table, he dropped into a chair. “I'm going to sit for it.”

Wei Wuxian snickered and Nie Huaisang groaned.

“Remind me why I even come visit you guys?”

“Because you like being insulted,” Jiang Cheng countered.

“And because you like it better than your brother's place,” Wei Wuxian added.

“That's true.” Nie Huaisang lifted his head to take a sip of coffee. Jiang Cheng knew it wasn't his friend's usual choice, but he'd always drink whatever Jiang Cheng placed before him.

Wei Wuxian glanced at Jiang Cheng before leaning in toward their friend. “So, Nie-xiong... I had an idea.”

Nie Huaisang paused, his cup just leaving his lip, and glanced over at Jiang Cheng. “Should I run?”

#wip wednesday #one braincell trio

[namimikan]

it is v. cute that the first time picard says tea, earl grey, hot, the computer is like a potted plant, you say?

i do wonder if patrick stewart did any ads for earl gray, bc that would be adorable.

#trekking stars

[startreklogicoftheforce]

Star Trek: Logic of the Force - Chapter One

STARDATE 57898.7

In the vast expanse of space, the old saying that nobody could hear you scream seemed true, yet not for Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation starship Enterprise. The NCC-1701-E, fresh from repairing the aftermath of a catastrophic battle with the Romulan secret agent Shinzon, had seen its share of losses. Despite a year passing since that battle, one particular loss still haunted Picard.

"Data..."

Abruptly roused from a deep slumber, Picard shook off the remnants of a dream. In it, the android navigator of the Enterprise, with its haunting yellow eyes and artificial gray skin, had been ejected into the cold void of space, seemingly perishing with a final cry of "CAPTAIN!"

"CAPTAIN!"

A voice echoed from his computer terminal, jolting Picard from his groggy state. He rose from his bunk and shuffled to the replicator.

"Tea, Earl Gray. Hot." The replicator hummed, conjuring a perfect cup of Earl Grey tea. Sipping the hot brew, he wandered over to the terminal and pressed a button.

"Picard here." The screen displayed a familiar visage. "Admiral Janeway. Is something amiss?"

"The question could be returned, Jean-Luc. Ready for another adventure?" The admiral's beautiful yet battle-worn face appeared, a year after her return of Voyager from the Delta Quadrant. "Your wandering days aren't over."

"Admiral, my explorations might be at an end," replied Picard, his aging face showing his reluctance.

"Nonsense, Jean-Luc. We've found the perfect navigator for your ship." Janeway cut off any protests. "This comes directly from Starfleet Command."

"Admiral," Picard said firmly, "I favor an android for their commitment and logic."

"Is a Vulcan lacking in that?" Janeway's reply puzzled Picard. "Jean-Luc, you're headed to Vulcan. There's a promising Vulcan scientist there, adept in navigation and ship protocols." Janeway's rare smile hinted at her confidence. "He might even captain a ship someday. Janeway out."

As the transmission closed, the screen reverted to the United Federation of Planets' emblem. Picard, noticing his tea had cooled, downed the rest before donning his captain's uniform. After a quick glance in the mirror, he exited his quarters and headed to the turbolift.

"Bridge." The turbolift whisked him up, and upon arrival, he encountered faces he hadn't expected.

"Will, Deanna. A surprise to see you both. What brings you here?"

"Janeway's orders, sir," bearded Will explained.

"Captain William T. Riker. You've taken the chair," Picard beamed.

"Thanks to your teachings," Riker replied. "So, Vulcan?"

"Our new navigator," Picard responded, his tone heavy with the memory of Commander Data. Then a female voice reached him.

"He will return..."

"Deanna?" Picard's gaze turned to the striking Betazoid, Riker's wife. "Did you say something?"

"No, sir," Troi replied. "I sense turmoil and anger within you."

"Is it unwarranted?" Picard's agitation was palpable. "Romulan secret agents, a clone attacking my ship, causing death... including Data. Pardon my confusion and anger."

A gravelly yet high-pitched voice interjected. "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate, Hate leads to...suffering."

Troi met Picard's gaze. "No, that wasn't me. I apologize for my outburst."

"Never mind, Captain," the empath reassured. "Need a navigator? My qualifications stand."

"Then take your station, Navigator - and Counselor - Deanna Troi of Betazed," Picard commanded. Troi and the crew settled into their roles.

"Commander LaForge reporting from engineering, sir. Engines at full capacity. Warp at your discretion."

"Thank you, Geordi." Seated in the captain's chair, Picard focused on the new Bajoran helmsman. "Ensign, impulse speed."

"Aye, sir."

"Course set for Vulcan, Captain," Troi informed.

"At my mark, ensign." Beyond the Sol system, familiar planets whizzed past. As Saturn faded, Picard knew it was time. "Warp speed now."

With his command, the warp drive roared, propelling the Enterprise at superluminal speeds. "Thank you, Zefram Cochrane," Picard mused, honoring the visionary who brought Earth out of post-World War III darkness. "And thank you, Lily," he added softly, recalling the woman who helped him heal from Borg assimilation.

[fractalist]

Computer, tea, Earl Grey. Hot. Cute little kitty cat mug.

#star trek #tng