#but i really want some nice loose leaf tea ....

[alsoyooraiyah]

wriothesley in your honor i will brew myself a really nice cup of tea

#by really nice i mean ill time it and *not* let it oversteep sdhjksdf #have managed to cut through my collection of 370 tea bags so now i have jjust 75... ofc i still have a couple of tins of loose leaf #and some small jars of tisanes but my god the sweet relief of being free to buy tea again soon #not even like i want anything fancy i just want some bags of chatramue... i wanna try their rose one so bad + i miss #the jasmine and thai black tea mixes... but each bag takes months to get through >.<

[dokyeomini]

hm chocolate is much better with some black coffee

#not making any at this hour tho #i have tea #and i got like 3 herbal teas #peppermint for nausea.. fennel for indigestion and chamomile for .. everything idk #i have green tea and some black tea et home too #but i really want some nice loose leaf tea .... #oolong or green tea #i miss them

[kitashousewife]

“i picked this up from the market for ya,” neighbor!kita hands you a small pouch of loose leaf tea tied with a small bow. “they had samples today.”

“can’t believe i missed sample day,” you sigh sadly, holding the gift in your hand. today was the first time you weren’t able to go to the weekly farmers market with kita, due to a meeting with a possible client. you help him sell his rice, and in return you bring a few flower arrangements to sell. it’s the highlight of your week, and you were so bummed to miss out.

“the ladies missed yer flowers today,” he smiles, flipping through the few pieces of mail he grabbed from the mail box. you open yours, frowning when it’s empty. “don’t worry, i told ‘em you’d be back next week.”

the two of you stand in the evening sun for a moment. even though it had been a long day, you decided to be a good neighbor.

“want to come over for some lemonade?”

the two of you stand in your kitchen now, gossiping about the happenings at the market today while grab the lemonade from the fridge.

“no way! their honey isn’t even that good,” you roll your eyes. the stand across from kita’s is known to have outrageous prices.

“oh c’mon, it’s not that bad. but i agree, a little expensive.”

you grab two glasses from the cabinet and nod.

“anything else happen?”

“no, not really,” kita says through a yawn. “i sold out though.”

“that’s great!” you give him a wide smile and he blushes. no matter what, he’s always been humble.

“it’s nothin’,” he smiles a little, looking at the ground instead.

you hand him a glass before making your way back outside. the two of you sip in the driveway, watching the sun set slowly. the two of you chat a bit more before kita let’s another yawn slip.

“tired?”

“yeah, got up earlier to do chores in time for the market today,” he finished the rest of his glass. “thanks again. ya know, yer lemonade is the best i’ve ever had.”

your cheeks heat up a little.

“you’re nice.”

“i mean it,” he stretches, and you look away when the t shirt he’s wearing rises a little. “i should get goin’ though. what do ya got goin’ on tomorrow?”

you take his glass from him and raise your shoulders.

“i don’t know! i have a few bulbs that i planted a few months ago that are starting to come up, so i need to check on those. i need to weed the area by the roses as well, i’ve let it get a little hectic,” it’s your turn to yawn now, and kita raises an eyebrow. you wave him off. “besides that though, i don’t really have any plans. and you?”

he kicks at a loose piece of gravel with his boot. “the usual. although i do need to stop by granny’s at some point to help her with her sink. she said it’s leakin’.”

“well let me know when you’re going. i have some dahlias that bloomed and i know how much she loves them.”

“ya spoil her,” he teases, slowly walking towards his own driveway. “but i’ll let ya know when i go.”

“you know where to find me!” you smile over your shoulder as you walk back to your house, and kita waves.

“goodnight, neighbor.”

maybe he’ll ask for your help with a few chores. or, maybe he’ll offer to take you out to lunch after you stop by granny’s.

#kita x reader #kita x reader fluff #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke drabble #kita shinsuke x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

[so-very-small]

“Does it get easier?”

“Oh, gods no.”

The Elder taps their cigarette, dried tea leaves wrapped in a sliver of a leaf. Minuscule ashes fall off, resting on the windowsill before the wind topples them off the edge.

The Elder is scarred, long thinning hair falling down to cover their missing eye. A cane fashioned from a knitting needle rests in their lap, and their wrinkles crease as they exhale the smoke from their pursed lips.

“I’ve been a borrower my whole life,” they say, “Wasn’t one who was shrunk, or a fae, I was born into it. I grew up in an old factory on the edge of town.”

“A factory?”

“It’s where the humans make their things. It all comes from big buildings, with dozens and dozens of them working inside. Like chips, or pencils. I lived in a pencil factory.”

“Oh,” I say. I had never really thought about where the humans got things.

“My mother died when I was sixteen. It took me two years to get from the factory to this residential neighborhood. Lost my eye from a cat on the way, and this scar here is from where an automobile kicked a rock at me. I almost didn’t make it. I’ve lived in this home ever since.”

My eyes are wide, fingers curled tight around the edge of my loose shirt. Half the words are unrecognizable, but I won’t dare interrupt. Getting an audience with the Elder is nothing short of a miracle in itself.

“It’s been dozens of years. I cannot tell you the amount of times I’ve brushed death, or worse.”

The Elder takes another drag, and I try not to stare at the scar on their shoulder.

“The world isn’t meant for us,” I say, eventually.

The Elder snorts.

“If we weren’t meant to be here, we wouldn’t be,” they reply, smoke spilling from their lips. “If you weren’t meant to be here, you wouldn’t have made it this far. But you did, kid, and that means something.”

They pause, their legs swinging softly as they dangle from the edge of the windowsill. Before us spreads the beans garden, soft in the early morning light, the glints of dew almost casting a magical appearance over the green.

“Borrowing never gets easier. For us, living, it doesn’t. You’ve come a long way to see me, child, I see it in your eyes, and I know you want some special wisdom that will make all of this okay. But the truth is, it will be a constant struggle.”

They pause, a worn hand reaching down to smother their tea cigarette before flicking it over the edge.

“But there’s the morning light,” They say, gesturing out before us, “And it will always come. You’ll always be able to see the dew in the grass, feel the warmth of fresh borrowed food, the feeling of curling up to sleep after a long day of work.”

They reach over, their wrinkled hand clasping my smooth one. I hold on tightly, and they give me a soft squeeze.

“Struggling is our birthright,” they say. “But eventually, you’ll see all the things we struggle for, and realize it’s worth it. The wind on your cheeks, the laughter of a friend, an entire stolen cookie.”

They let out a small chuckle at the end, giving my hand another squeeze before releasing it.

“We’re made so small so we can see the beauty in these small things, my child. And once you see that beauty? It makes it all worth it.”

I nod, turning my gaze back out to the garden. It’s not the answer I traveled here for. Futility, burden, the overwhelming state of my existence still burns heavy in my chest.

But the dewdrops on the tomato plants catch the light in a way that makes them sparkle. Flowers unfurl gently, a small breeze teases its way through my hair, and from inside I can hear someone beginning to practice piano.

It’s nice.

“Thank you, Elder.”

They pat my hand.

“You’re never in this alone, child.”

And together, we sit and watch the sunrise.

#g/t #giant tiny #my writing #this is. this was fun #love metaphors

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2021: Breeding (18+)]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving system 08-10-2021

Day 8: [Breeding] / B̷o̷d̷y̷ ̷M̷o̷d̷i̷f̷i̷c̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷ / S̷e̷n̷s̷o̷r̷y̷ ̷D̷e̷p̷r̷i̷v̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷

Shang Qinghua stumbles on a wife plot who temporarily changes his body to make him able to have children. They end up taking good advantage of that curse.

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Shang Qinghua had lost count of how many times he had gone to his cucumber bro for some help with the plot he forgot about himself. The man was truly a walking encyclopaedia. It was often not too bad, but then there were days like today, when he was feeling hot all over and his lower region was feeling really strange. He had somewhat guessed it would be a wife plot:

anything to make the wife fuck with Luo Binghe was a wife plot. But of course, now they were stuck with those because the novel story had totally changed.

"I was following my king on a hunt when I saw those nice flowers, So I got closer, wondering if I could remember what they were, I assumed it was safe since I didn’t remember a flower looking like that being poisonous, but then when I tried touching it, I pricked myself on a spike I didn’t see” sqh had been explaining, laying down on a cushion as sqq drank some tea. “I didn’t feel anything at the moment, but then yesterday I started feeling weird all over the place and didn’t want to worry my King about it since he already has so much work to do”.

Sqq wanted to sigh at some of the detail not being useful. “I cannot really help if I do not know what that flower looks like” he points out.

“The petal was similar to those of a lily, but there was easily more than a dozen of them, there were a dark blue with blue-white-ish dotes going up the middle of the petals.

The stamens were rather long and pale and the thingy on top was kinda shaped like a heart now that I thinks of it”.

“Did it have a lot of leaf at the bottom which hides most of the spikes?” sqq asked, only for sqh to nod. His fellow transmigrator sighed heavily, “You fell into a wife plot again, you created that flower for wife #539 who was unable to get pregnant and so she tried using that flower to be able to have a child” sqq mentioned.

“But I should be safe right?” sqh asked, not remembering that. 

“You wrote that it was so great that even man could get pregnant when under its effect, which by the way last easily for a week”.

And this is how he now was in his room (which had been a while since the last time, he kind of unofficially moved into Mobei-jun room), robes loose around him as he was trying to relieve himself from the heat.

What should he do now? He couldn't exactly hide from his King for /minimum/of a week. He didn't want to look like some of these demons that had done it on purpose in the past to try and lure mbj and somewhat trap him with a child (and he knew it could happen because he wrote a couple of plots like this!).

Plus he never heard anything that could tell him mbj was actually interested in having children. Sure he would most likely need an heir one day, but as of now mbj never showed any interest.

Sqh was truly unsure of what he should do now, other than try and relieve himself from the heat and arousal that came with his situation. Plus he could discover just how exactly this curse was affecting him as it did create physical changes he didn't notice before.

His king should be busy all day so he should be able to figure something out before he came back to their shared room to see he was not there.

But as he was thinking this he was surprised by the sound of a portal opening next to his bed, mbj stepping out. Sqh took a moment to react properly, pulling the blanket around him to hide his near-nudity and in just what kind of state he truly was.

“M-my King! What brings you here? I thought you would be busy all day” he called out, blushing even more than he already was before.

“a servant told me you looked unwell” he answered as he walked closer to the bed, clearly sniffing at the air. “and told me you smell strangely very sweet".

Sqh wasn't sure what to think of that. Had he added such a thing? For demons to be able to smell when another was ready to conceive? He then saw his pupils dilate, as if mbj had finally understood, looking a bit shocked, suddenly grabbing the blanket. He wasn't quick enough to pull it back, instead feeling himself being pulled closer to mbj.

He didn't really resist at the hands pulling his legs apart, the demon confirming for himself as sqh was hiding in his hand.

His slightly altered anatomy was now on full display for mbj who looked very interested. “this servant is sorry for the inconvenient” sqh managed to say, nearly letting out a squeak as he felt his finger tease against his already wet pussy.

“I-I am sorry for the inconvenience I will try to find a way to deal with this!” sqh quickly said, unsure if mbj would think this was troublesome to deal with.

“Sect Leader Shen said it would easily take at least a week to die down and I do not want to be a burden for my King so I decided to come here t-”.

The peak lord’s rambling was cut off by passionate lips meeting his, feeling himself being pushed down into the mattress, mbj climbing over him as robes were being undone. It took a moment to realise mbj was actually making a move /while he just learned/ he could get pregnant.

“Wait wait, my King, right now might not be the right time” he tried to say. Wondering where this sudden burst of arousal in his husband came from. Was it contagious?

The kissing and sucking on his neck stopped as the demon looked back at him. “Is sqh against the idea of having a child?” mbj asked, studying his reaction greatly.

To this sqh wasn’t sure what to say. He had obviously never expected to be asked, especially not since neither of them was supposed to be able to bear a child. Sqh never thought about having any in his life, but he wasn’t against the idea.

“W-well no” he started, looking a bit to the side, “I simply thought my King was not interested in having any since he never talked about it before and ignore anyone who inquired about your plan to have an heir” he explained.

“I didn’t want children with anyone else than sqh” mbj replied, making the man blush at that declaration. He had not expected the reason to be because mbj wanted this kid to be theirs, not from someone else. It had probably been ruled out since neither of them was supposed to be able to do that.

A hand was gently rubbing his tights before he was pulled closer to, mbj settling between his legs, cock already hard and now resting against him. He moved his hips a bit, causing something sqh to feel rather new things.

“But if sqh is against bearing our child I will understand, “ mbj said.

Maybe it was because of the effect of the flower, but the way he was talking about /their/ child made something in him warm. He wasn't against that, it was actually reassuring in a way, mbj wouldn't need to find someone else for an heir.

“Yes I want to!” he says. Sure, it’s scary to think that he’ll have a growing being in him and is also unsure what will happen once he gives birth (if nothing goes badly...).

Sqh was waiting for mbj to get to it immediately but instead felt fingers entering where he had already been fingering himself. He may have never led with a lady before, but he was pretty sure that he would be alright, yet there wasn’t really much to convince mbj of that. Maybe telling him he needed it usually was the reason.

But the moment mbj deemed him ready enough there was probably nothing to stop him. He was fucking into his husband, still making sure he seemed alright, but never really stopping since it seemed all right.

Sqh was rather surprised by the rather different feeling of that pussy, moaning even more when mbj decided to see what teasing his cock would do.

After one round sqh was already a bit tired, especially since he had been pleasuring himself for a while before. Yet mbj was not done, large hands still on his hips, cock never leaving its warm embrace as he went back to being hard.

Sure, he was now used to Demon apparently having endless stamina in bed, but it was probably some of the first time that mbj could get back at it so quickly. Maybe the effect of the flower was wearing off on his husband too.

Sqh felt like they would pass the whole evening and night at it, mbj clearly set on breeding him until he was sure he would get pregnant. Good thing mbj had energy for two people since at some point sqh became tired and unable to do much himself.

It had started with him laying on his back, like this he could get all the kisses he wanted, then he tried riding his husband to not have him do all the work, enjoying the way mbj would look at him bounce up and down to milk him.

Then he ended up being flipped over so he was laying face down and ass up for better access, mbj more than happy to keep fucking into him like this. They had one important mission and he would take it seriously.

It was fun and all riding and having sex with his King with this new pussy, but he was but a mere human, nothing that could compare to mbj stamina. At some point he was happy to simply let mbj fuck his semen into him, his brain already feeling mushy from all the pleasure and orgasm he just had. He was pretty sure he had never been fuck this much before.

He ended up so full he was pretty sure no more could fit into him, even feeling some of the cum dripping out of him when mbj finally came out of him, laying down beside him and hugging him close.  “My King is doing a great job” sqh laughed slightly, feeling exhausted.

He felt mbj humming against the top of his head. “We need to do more to make sure it works”. 

Sqh was already exhausted at the idea but smiled softly at that. He wouldn’t mind being exhausted now if it meant having a child with mbj.

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(well this was like really 30% smut isdjvudb guess I can only write p0rn with plot)

Original - AO3

#tweet archive #svsss #scum villain self-saving system #moshang #mobei-jun #shang qinghua #kinktober 2021 #breed kink #bd/sm breeding #nsft #cw mpreg implied

[theflintwarlock]

To the one follower who is waiting patiently for my flint knapping post I will get on it soon 🖤

For now a recipe for good luck loose leaf tea:

2-3 apples (I make this when I'm making apple pie)

Cinnamon sticks

Some ground ginger (optional)

A bit of sugar

Black loose leaf tea (I use supermarket plain loose leaf tea as the base for this recipe, the nicer stuff does taste better but you're going to flavour it anyway so it doesn't really matter)

Preheat the oven to about 180c fan

1. Peel the apples in small-ish pieces, the apple peel is the star of the show here. Coat it with sugar and ground ginger if using, then place on a lined baking tray

2. Cover the peel with tea leaves and broken up pieces of cinnamon sticks (1-2 sticks, depending on how cinnamony you like it). This is where you say your good luck charm.

3. Wack it in the oven for at least half an hour, taking it out to mix and turn over the peel. You want the peel to be dehydrated but not burnt (browned is fine), the tea leaves should help soak up some of the liquid.

4. Take the tea out to cool down, and once cooled add to a sterilised jar or paper bag, whatever you store your tea in. Make sure to seal it to keep the flavour stronger!

1 table spoon makes a decent cuppa, 2-3 if you're making a pot. Mixing in some honey can be nice, but it tastes better without milk in my opinion.

#kitchen witchcraft #tea witch #spell recipes #witchcraft #witchblr

[soap-lady]

For Those of you who wanted a follow-up, here it is!

@idreamtofmanderleyagain @tenebrare @angelqueen13art

More of Tiffany's bad date.

Tiffany’s First Date From Hell

After a good hot bath and a change of clothing (Callie had been over often enough so she kept a few clothes at their house) Tiffany and Callie joined the adults at the kitchen table. Kirsty served soup with huge chunks of fresh bread and Elliot poured some Darjeeling from his personal stash. Loose leaf and not cheap.

The girls ate and drank but more to warm up than for nourishment. Kirsty thought they must be starving and guessed they never made it to the burger place. She told herself she wouldn’t pass judgment until she knew what happened but also conceded that she lied to herself all the time.

Elliot tried to appear outwardly calm because that was what Callie and Tiffany needed at the moment. He knew instinctively the boys must have done something awful to make his ward cry and he wanted to wring the truth out of Josh and Chad. Stupid names, really.

Part of him wanted to say “I told you so” and admonish them but neither girl needed to hear him say that at the moment. They seemed so fragile, so vulnerable. Even though Callie wasn’t his responsibility she’d been Tiffany’s first friend and helped his little one make friends and fit in at school. This was one of the few times he hated being right.

After everyone had eaten Kirsty gathered up the dishes, rinsed them, and put them in the dishwasher she insisted they needed. She took one of each girl’s hands in hers and said gently. “Are you ready to talk now?”

They looked at each other and nodded. Elliot tried to clamp down on his impatience. “We can talk here if you like. Or in the living room, if you'd be more comfortable.” It probably was a good idea that neither he nor Kirsty be around sharp objects at the moment.

The girls nodded and got up to go sit in the living room. They sat on the couch while Elliot and Kirsty sat in the armchairs on either side. Kirsty waited until they were settled and had more tea if they wanted it (courtesy of Elliot) and then asked as gently as she could, “Are you ready to tell us what happened now?”

The girls looked at each other and Tiffany nodded at Callie to begin. She began to speak. “At first everything was fine. They picked us up, Josh’s car was kinda messy but not dirty and then we went to the movies.”

“Josh only bought soda and popcorn for himself but Chad treated us. He seemed…nice,” Tiffany added. Her voice was almost too soft to hear and Kirsty worried she was reverting back to the girl she’d been at the Institute; withdrawn and disconnected.

Callie went on. “The movie was stupid and Josh talked all the time but Chad behaved himself and we thought he was okay. We even told them about the texting thing and they seemed cool with it.”

“Everything was fine. Until we left the movie theater,” Tiffany added.

“Josh said…that we were going to get something to eat. We thought we were going out for burgers and fries. That’s what they told us and that’s what we told you,” Callie was beginning to look a little misty-eyed as she remembered what had happened. Tiffany hugged herself and shivered.

Kirsty opened a drawer in the coffee table, the only piece of furniture she’d kept because it’d belonged to her grandmother. Grandmother Cotton had always kept handkerchiefs in it and while they were slightly musty, they were also clean. She handed one to each of them and the girls took them with grateful smiles.

“Josh said…he said there was this seafood place with really good Yelp reviews and he wanted to try it.” Callie’s lower lip quivered and she had to take several deep breaths before continuing. Tiffany clung to the handkerchief like a lifeline and didn’t seem like she wanted to talk at all.

“They were taking us out of town. We didn’t see this seafood place, we didn’t even see a building. They were taking us to the middle of nowhere. After a few minutes they pulled over and stopped the car.”

“ ‘Put out or get out,” Tiffany whispered. She looked from Elliot to Kirsty. Both looked shocked. “They said…if we wouldn’t have sex with them they’d make us get out of the car and walk home. So, we got out.”

“They laughed at us and drove off,” Callie spoke up again, “we waited a little while. We thought they’d come back but they didn’t. Then it started to rain. Cars passed us but no one stopped. One truck even splashed us on purpose. So we started to walk.”

“In the dark? At night?” Elliot was horrified. Anything could have happened. Wild animals could have attacked. A serial killer could have found them. They could have been kidnapped and sold into slavery. Those idiots had left his ward and her friend alone and unprotected. His hands began to curl into fists as he forced himself to be calm and listen.

“Didn’t you try to call us?” Kirsty asked as she made an effort to keep her voice soft and gentle. Her body warmed as her temper rose and she dearly wanted to shout at someone. That wasn’t what the girls needed right now so she decided to save the shouting for the ones who deserved it.

Even though Elliot lacked the power he had as the Hell Priest he could still tell if someone were lying to him. The girls were telling the truth, painful as it was for them.

“We did!” Callie told her. “We-we couldn’t get a signal! That spot was in a dead zone and I bet they knew it. I tried sending you a text with my cellular data but me and Tiff were both out because we send each other pics so much. I’m sorry!” She began to cry again.

“Then we couldn’t because our phones got wet because we had them in our pockets. We should have had them in our purses but they’re pretty wet too,” Tiffany surprised everyone by speaking up again. She looked over to where her and Callie’s sodden purses sat on an end table near the front door. She looked back at Elliot and Kirsty, looking resigned. “Are you angry?”

“Not at you,” Elliot reassured her. He tried to smile but it wasn’t much. “Both of you did everything you promised to do. We should have sent you with a bit of extra money so you could have called a taxi or something. None of this is your fault.” His kind words set them off again and they sobbed, not even bothering with the handkerchiefs.

He refused to blame them, even if he did think they were too young to step out with boys unchaperoned. He knew they felt horrible and betrayed and didn’t want them to feel worse. He did want to ring the boys’ necks and their parents as well, for raising such disrespectful, disgusting sons.

Kirsty stood up. “Hey, it’s late. You girls probably want to go to bed, right?” They nodded and looked up at her gratefully. “We can talk about this tomorrow, or…not at all if you don’t want to.” She gave them a warm smile, transforming into their cool older sister who didn’t judge them.

The girls flew into her arms and gave her a big hug and she hugged them back. Tiffany went over to Elliot and gave him a side hug while he gave her a forehead kiss. Callie was unsure if she should give him a kiss good-night or not so she settled for an awkward little wave. He smiled and waved back.

Tiffany and Callie trooped up to her room to try and sleep but neither Elliot nor Kirsty could. They waited at least thirty minutes until they were sure the girls were asleep before discussing what had happened.

Kirsty was on her feet. “I’m gonna kill those sons of bitches!” she whisper-shouted to Elliot, who just watched her, eyebrows raised. “I’m going to go to their houses and beat the shit out of them. And if their parents give me any shit, I’m gonna beat them too!”

She had the same fierce look on her face she had when she’d first sent him back to Hell. It was thrilling but very dangerous to anyone not a Cenobite. “And then they’ll have you arrested and we might lose custody of Tiffany,” he reminded her and she slumped.

She blew out a lungful of air. “So…um…diplomacy?”

“Diplomacy,” he agreed with a nod. “Let’s text all the other parents and have them come over tomorrow…no, this afternoon since it’s Saturday now. We’ll talk this out as adults.” He gave her a snarky look. “Or a reasonable facsimile thereof.”

*****

Both boys’ parents and Callie’s parents agreed to come over around four “for tea”. Kirsty and Elliot had assembled some sandwiches (crusts cut off, naturally) and they’d bought scones and sponge cakes at a British bakery Elliot had somehow found. Then Kirsty surprised him by brewing tea (loose-leaf Assam). He’d even tasted it and declared it almost as good as if he’d made it himself.

They made sure Tiffany and Callie were at the library working on their term papers so they wouldn’t have to deal with the boys’ parents. Kirsty promised to text them as soon as the meeting was done so they could come home.

Kirsty and Elliot dressed for the occasion. He wore a casual navy button-down shirt with khaki trousers and dark brown dress shoes. She wore a gray ribbed cotton sweater and dark gray slacks with black loafers. Together they looked put-together and hopefully mature.

Chad’s father was away on a business trip so his mother showed up. She was an attractive woman in her early forties who looked Elliot up and down when introduced. She wore a tailored t-shirt under a rose cardigan and plaid navy slacks with brown espadrilles. She gave Kirsty’s outfit a nod of approval and Kirsty felt a little better.

Next was Josh’s parents. The man definitely had the “country club look” with a gray blazer and light blue oxford shirt and gray trousers. He checked Kirsty out when he thought his wife wasn’t looking.

The brunette with him had “trophy wife” stamped all over her with her. The winged collar and pink gingham skirt combination looked expensive but tight and she was at least ten years younger than her husband. Clearly a second marriage.

Last to arrive and nearly late were Callie’s parents; two red haired people who looked like they belonged on a flier for a farmer’s market. They looked like they’d grabbed their clothes out of the dryer without ironing them and the other parents gave them condescending looks.

Tea and refreshments were served and Elliot was very glad he’d taken the time to teach Kirsty proper tea etiquette. She didn’t slurp, handled her cup delicately, and made sure their guests had seconds before serving herself.

After everyone had something to satisfy their hunger, Elliot sat his cup down in its saucer, folded his arms in his lap, and cleared his throat. “I think it’s time we all discuss what happened yesterday. The girls told Kirsty and I about last night but I’d also like to know what, if anything, your sons told you.”

He kept his tone neutral but his eyes were on Josh’s father. The man no doubt bought his son that flashy sports car as a birthday gift but failed to teach the boy manners. No doubt he was too busy having it off with his wife.

Chad’s mother shrugged and waved a hand airily as if dismissing their concerns. “My son told me exactly what I told you last night, Mister Spencer.” She looked at him from under her lashes and Elliot pretended not to notice. “He and Josh dropped off the girls at some fast food establishment and then went home.”

“Callie was very upset when she got home this morning,” her mother interjected and shrank a bit as everyone looked at her. She looked at Elliot, then Kirsty, and then Josh and Chad’s parents. “She said the boys kicked her and Tiffany out of Josh’s car last night and they had to walk home in the rain.”

“Moira had to bandage the poor girl’s feet,” Callie’s father joined the conversation after his wife broke the ice. “Blisters all over. That doesn’t sound like a girl dropped off at a burger joint.”

“Are you asking us for money?” Josh’s father looked like the type who would whip out his checkbook to solve any and all problems. He was no doubt a man of wealth and influence and used to using both. “Just on the word of two hysterical girls? They could be lying.”

Callie’s mom squeaked in protest. Josh’s trophy stepmother laughed and Chad’s mom looked amused.

Kirsty raised her chin a bit higher. “Really, do you think we’re so naive that we can’t tell when we’re being lied to? Yes, teenagers can lie and our Tiffany isn’t perfect but she wouldn’t lie about something this serious. Especially not to Elliot.” She almost glared at the assembled parents. “He can always tell when someone’s lying.”

Chad’s mother laughed as if they were at a dinner party and not discussing the potential harm these boys had done to two innocent girls. “Well, my son tells me you’re not even the girl’s parents, just her guardian and your live-in…” she flicked a hand in Kirsty’s direction, “whatever you are, dear.”

“Friend,” Kirsty said through gritted teeth. “Tiffany and I met during group grief counseling.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. “This is also my house, so technically you could say I’m their landlord as well.”

“And although Tiffany is my ward and not my daughter, she’s still family.” Elliot still tried to keep his voice calm but he was growing frustrated with how lightly the parents, including Callie’s, were treating the situation. “She is my cousin and is under my care until she’s of age.”

These assholes were pissing Kirsty off and being rich private school snobs who acted like their sons had done nothing wrong.

“What we want and what the girls deserve is an apology.” Kirsty was trying to keep a lid on her temper because she’d promised Elliot.

Another laugh, this time from Josh’s father. “Apology? From us?”

“If you wish, but we’d also like one from the young men. “Leaving the girls on a nearly deserted road at night could have gotten them killed and we wouldn’t have known for hours, if not days.” He reached out and put his hand over Kirsty's, giving it a squeeze. To an outsider it might have looked like he was trying to be reassuring and supportive but the message was actually please don’t murder anyone in our living room.

Chad’s mother shrugged. “So they had to walk home, so what?” She looked around for more sweets and pouted when there were none left. “I’m sure it was just a prank. Boys will be boys.”

“That’s a very dangerous mindset,” Kirsty was finding it difficult to be polite.

“Indeed. That is the sort of phrase one uses when a small child tracks mud in the house after playing all day. Or if a little brother puts a frog in his older sister’s bed.” He’d done it once, but only once. “Not when he abandoned his date because she refused him…something he had no right to demand.”

Had they no decency, even though it was a stranger’s child? Wouldn’t any loving parent want all children to be safe and inviolate? The thought of blaming someone for refusing sex disgusted him.

“And us and Callie’s parents could be planning funerals right now,” Kirsty cut in. She forced herself to lean back so she wouldn’t jump over the table and punch Chad’s indifferent mother in the face. “None of you are taking this seriously. The girls could have died or been injured. Maybe kidnapped-”

Josh’s father sighed. “You’re just overreacting. Nothing happened, the girls were safe and the boys wanted to have sex with them. So? That’s what boys are into at their age. Girls like to tease and then wonder why guys get so mad at them.” He scoffed. “I mean, they were probably wearing short skirts and showing cleavage. Just like waving a red flag in front of a bull. They should be ashamed of themselves for leading the boys on.”

Oh, now this bastard was slut-shaming the girls? “Tiffany doesn’t own anything like that and I doubt Callie does either.” Kirsty looked at Callie’s mom for confirmation and got a nod. “Besides, how they dress doesn’t matter. If they were in bikinis it still wouldn’t mean they deserve to be mistreated.”

Elliot was growing annoyed at their blase attitude, their unwillingness to listen, and their snooty certainty that this was all the girls’ fault and their sons were angels.

He was equally upset that Callie’s parents acted unconcerned and intimidated. Why weren’t they sticking up for their daughter? Did they think they had this all coming too?

“Tiffany is much too young to be having sex and if that had been the plan for their evening I’m sure she would have told me so I could buy her some protection or discuss birth control options.” Kirsty cut in.

“Well, maybe Josh and Chad’s parents have a point,” Callie’s dad conceded. “I mean boys have needs…maybe Callie and Tiffany shouldn’t have gone out with them. I don’t think they led them on intentionally…”

No. This was not happening. Not only did some soft spoiled rich arseholes insult Tiffany and Callie, they now had Callie’s parents agreeing that the girls deserved it. Even when he was a Cenobite he’d still had a code and preferred the willing. The girls had been humiliated by people they thought they could trust. Now the parents of those involved were treating the incident like the boys had spilled something on the carpet. Boys will be boys indeed!

“So, you bear no responsibility for the actions of your children? Are you so sure that you are in the right that you refuse to listen or admit blame? I haven’t met people as uncaring and calloused as yourselves outside of a war zone.”

Everyone stared at Elliot. His eyes flashed between deep black and tranquil blue and his voice regained the reverberations it had when Kirsty first met him. She wondered if he’d noticed his little slip-up.

He released Kirsty’s hand and stood, slowly walking around the coffee table and towards the assembled parents.

Elliot looked at Callie’s parents. Their eyes widened in fear but they couldn’t look away.

“Your attitude in this situation is the most disappointing of all. Your duties as parents are to protect and defend your daughter, yet you are quick to agree with those who would just as easily see her dead as alive. If Callie wasn’t such a fine girl I wouldn’t allow her around my daughter for fear she’d be a bad influence.”

Captain Spencer isn’t here right now, Kirsty thought, feeling dazed. If you would like to leave a message, you can leave it with the High Priest of Hell.

The five visitors instinctively inched away from the strange, angry man, flattening themselves against the back of the couch in an attempt to make themselves small and unnoticed. There were no chains, no bells, not even a crack of thunder but Kirsty could almost see Elliot’s inner Cenobite emerging.

She stood up and slid closer to him, touching his hand. “I think what Elliot is trying to say is,” she found it easy to keep calm after seeing how furious he was. It was strange how they balanced each other at that moment. “Clearly your sons aren’t mature enough to be dating.”

“I…I’m sorry?” Josh’s father managed to squeak out.

Kirsty put on the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” look her mother wore when she’d misbehaved as a child. “Boys mature at a much, much slower rate than girls do. Mentally, not physically.” She also threw in the playfully patronizing tone her mother’s best friend Auntie Pam used when talking about “nouveau riche”. “Really, I should have known when they wouldn’t even come to the door for the girls they lacked basic etiquette.” She sighed and looked at Elliot. He looked confused but seemed willing to trust that she knew what she was doing. Good. She didn’t want to clean blood off the walls. “I’m sure you’ll agree some people just can’t be bothered to learn or teach manners. It’s sad, really.”

She sighed dramatically and shook her head slowly at them, looking like a disapproving teacher. “I’m sure there are plenty of YouTube videos teaching all sorts of things, if one bothered to look.”

Kirsty slid her hand over Elliot’s lower back, making it appear to the parents that they were united in their disdain for the parent’s behavior. “Perhaps we should wait until the girls are sixteen and have their own transportation so this sort of thing never happens again and if their behavior is ever…’misinterpreted’ again,” she had to stop herself from making sarcastic air quotes, “they won’t be stranded by their thoughtless, uncaring dates.”

The men made scoffing noises while the women let out offended gasps. They started to talk over each other, no doubt telling Kirsty she had their nerve. Elliot pinned them to their seats with a look. It must have been taught to army captains or Hell Priests because it was instantly effective.

Kirsty crossed the room to the door and held it open. “Thank you for taking the time to come and speak with us. I feel we’ve gained valuable insight into your thoughts and values.” She didn’t wait for them to respond before saying, “but I’m sure you have lots to do this weekend. I recommend sitting the boys down and telling them exactly what they did wrong and how they can improve as human beings. Naturally Tiffany will be banned from ever speaking to them again.”

She looked at Callie’s parents. “Dan, Moira, we’ll send Callie home once she and Tiffany get back to the library but she'll always be welcomed here. I hope you’ll tell her so and let her know how proud you are of her for not giving into peer pressure.” She looked outside and then gave them all a pointed glare. “Well. Good night.”

Elliot joined her at the door. “Do drive safely.”

The five parents stood up, looking confused. Clearly they expected an apology for the way the girls had acted on the date but none was forthcoming and they were left feeling intimidated and guilty. They shuffled out the door, mumbling their good nights.

Kirsty shut the door behind them and locked it. “That was…enlightening.”

She dearly wanted to ask him about the change in eye color and the voice but she’d never seen him angry as Elliot. He was usually so mild and gentle; she’d never seen him more than slightly annoyed. When those idiots started badmouthing Tiffany he’d snapped and snapped hard. Maybe he was just getting attached and that was bringing out his paternal instinct. As scary as it was to see him angry in the moment, it was a little…impressive.

“Self-defense lessons,” Elliot sighed, his anger receding. “Starting tomorrow. For you and Tiffany. And Callie if her parents ever allow her back over.” He rubbed a hand over his forehead. ”And any boy who wants to date her will not only pick her up inside the house, they will also be thoroughly interrogated by us if they want permission to take her out at all.”

“Good idea,” Kirsty agreed and decided not to mention his strange behavior. Her pocket buzzed and she pulled out her phone. “That’s Tiffany. She’s ready to go home. Let’s go get her.”

*****

Out on the sidewalk the five parents hadn’t moved for at least five minutes. They almost looked like they were in shock. Finally Callie’s dad turned to his wife.

“Did that guy’s eyes turn black for a minute?” he asked.

#kirsty cotton #domestic fluff #hellraiser #pinsty #tiffany is their daughter/little sister #papa wolf elliot spencer #mama bear kirsty

[pixiechangeling]

@endreal tagged me in a thing so let's goooooo

Post a selfie

Music you're listening to, and/or current earworm

Currently obsessed with Sleep Token (incidentally a current echolalia is Sleep Token songs sung in Mr Krabbs voice, thanks tiktok)

Last movie/show you watched

I'm watching Lego Masters bc it's wholesome and makes me happy & I just finished watching Fboy Island Australia lol

Currently go-to ~fancy drink~

I have some really nice loose leaf teas that friends have got me. One is a Blak mint tea, made from native Australian plants and another is a really nice witchy blend that's supposed to make you happy that my friend got me bc I've been really down lately (it makes me happy because it was a kind and thoughtful gift)

Fave colour

Green, always

Currently reading

I forget to read, or can't focus, but next on my pile are Unmasking Autism and No Bad Parts, but my sister also gifted me a book for my birthday that's one of her faves called Daughter of Smoke and Bone that I want to start

What's to your left

My vape lol

Anything exciting

I have lot's of social plans coming up that makes me happy, because I really want to feel less isolated and more connected to other people (I've withdrawn from the world for so long because of this pervasive belief that I'm just not likeable or wanted and I'm trying to challenge that)

This was fun, thank you @endreal

Please anyone do this if they want and tag me in it 😊

#me

[karumashadowchicken]

Hello again! Thank you for such an amazing hdc! I have another request today that has been keeping me up!! How about a oneshot soulmate au with slight yandere barbatos with a reader who is caring and smart (but sees his obsession as a cute quricky flaw despite what it is, to barbs surprise). Maybe Barbatos messed up somewhere in his stealthiness and the reader found out amd he thought he might have to reset the timeline but is confused and suprised by her not seemingly bothered and just shows kindness to him and insist on helping him with his chores etc. It doesn't matter which type of soulmate au you choose!

Maybe barbatos wasn't very interested in his soulmate until he meets her? Like he was aware and might feel a certain way but not enough to be yandere yet and when he mets them it just changes his world and it now makes sense why they are soulmates.

I hope this wasn't a difficult of a request, feel free to change it up if its easier or get a better idea!

I'm gonna be honest, I'm convinced that yandere Barbatos would believe him and his darling are meant to be, regardless of if it's int he soulmate au. I was meaning to take a break from my studies, and this seems like a great way to do that! (I'm learning German, and Russian for my class.) I've always admired the more intense sounding foreign languages.

Earl Grey tea, and learning Russian, quite the day.

Here we go!

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It was pouring rain as you stood there, watching rain paint the sidewalk a darker tone. turning to the sky, and closing your eyes. Sounds seemed ever surrounding. Every pitter-patter, from the rain against the ground, and the tapping as other drops hit your umbrella. Drops dancing down your coat, and splatter on your boots.

The skies darkening shades clouded the sky, as you walked home. Leaving the comfort of RAD, and it's dry insides, for the soaked ground, and wailing sky, Moonlight dancing on the trees leaves, on the path you found nice to take, on those days where you wouldn't mind being away for just a little bit longer.

Sometimes it was nice to let the rain fall, and soak your cloth. To let the rain wash away all the worries that surround your daily life. Letting the rain wash away your worries. Letting the rain lead your way. A small detour, to some near by shops, for temporary cover from the rain.

None seemed of interest though, until one caught your eye. Was it new? or had you just not seen it yet. A small tea shop of the corner of the plaza.

Tea, it always reminded you of Barbatos, maybe tea always tasted so good because he made it, but it couldn't hurt to try some.

It's a good thing you weren't home yet. The thing is that it wasn't supposed to rain so heavily, and you were supposed to get a message from Asmo asking you to hangout. A spa night, and movies, to relax, but with how heavy the rain was, your D.D.D wasn't receiving messages. Unfortunately, Barbatos hadn't thought about that.

He was a little preoccupied with not getting caught sneaking around in your room.

You were supposed to be out all night, so he wouldn't have any problems.

The tea shop was bland, and the rain didn't seem to be letting up, and though the smell of many teas, and the fresh rain was very delectable, it was time to head home.

You really did want to try some teas, so before you left you bought a small bag if loose leaf Earl Grey tea. (Earl Grey is my Favorite, I love when It's really strong and bitter.)

Everyone seemed very distracted when you arrived back at The House of Lamentation, so no one really noticed you. Lucifer was busy as always, Mammon, watching horror movies again with Levi, just to prove he wasn't scared, Satan, Asmo, and Belphegor relaxing and having a small spa day. While Beel ate most everything in the kitchen.

Smiling lightly, it was kinda nice to get a moment to yourself. Even if this place seemed to call to you them same way it did when Belphegor was hidden away. Secret passages still make you think, and hidden walkways that make you rack your brain. Pitter-pattering filling your senses again. The smell of rain, and the sound of it pouring. The window left open, so you could cool down.

It was relaxing to come home quietly, and enter your room. Placing your bag on your bed, saying hello to Barbatos, and- and what. Barbatos?

An odd silence spread across the room. Uhh... oh! "Do you know how to make loose leaf teas?" Barbatos was perplexed by the question, of course he knew how, but is that all you wanted to say to him? He recovered quickly though and retorted, "Yes, I do." He had noticed the tea branded bag that you placed on your bed. "Would you like me to show you how to make that tea you bought?" Nodding you handed him the bag, how walking to the kitchen with him. "so, what were you doing in my room anyhow?" He was quick to think of an excuse, "I was actually just looking for you." You smiled, and laughed to your self. "In my room?" He nodded, now retrieving the tea kettle, and strainer. "Without the light on?" He simply nodded, taking the finished tea, and leading to the living room.

"Your pretty weird Barbatos." You smiled, "It's kinda cute." Before trying the tea he had handed you. Bitter, but oddly sweet. It tasted like bitter memories, but was warm and familiar. It was perfect, "Is tea always this good, or just when you make it?"

"Thank you, y/n. I do consider myself a tea enthusiast."

A few minutes passed of comfortable silence, and tea drinking. The faint sound of rain, a fresh blend of tea, and the cozy atmosphere of the living room.

Barbatos honestly wasn't sure what to say, this wasn't supposed to happen. Though you do seem to be taking quite well.

"y/n, you look uncomfy, is everything alright?"Perhaps if he pretends snooping in your room was normal, then you wouldn't think anything bad of him. Or maybe you were already used to the brothers constant lack of the understanding of privacy.

"We should hangout again, Barbatos. Drinking tea with you is really nice." You thought, "Your really odd, and kinda unsettling, but also super cool."

That lead to a very interesting conversation about his fashion sense, then his demon form, finally landing on tea suggestions. In fact the talking went on for hours into the night.

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I might actually write a small series for this... it was more interesting than i though it'd be! Thanks for suggesting! :)

#yandere x reader #obey me #yandere #obey me! #yandere obey me #obey me headcanons #barbatos #obey me barbatos #yandere barbatos #if they are wearing gloves their either a butler #or a villian! #theres no inbetween #what is it about demon butlers!?!?

[morgandria]

Well, I succeeded and I failed at this month’s #HaggingOut. I had the best of intentions, and made a good start, but that was where it stopped. But, at any rate, here I am.

This month is “Filling the Handbasket”. I live in a small city, and my opportunities for foraging here are limited. Also, September here is the month where most things are done, not getting started - August is really the month you need to be hitting up a bunch of things. But I made a few plans based around what I know I can find at this time of year out at my in-laws’ country place.

In the spirit of adventure, I harvested some new-to-me things: staghorn sumac berries, goldenrod flowers, and the seedheads of Queen Anne’s Lace that bloom massively in August. I have never ever used any of these things before, but the plan is to make some kind of loose incense with them.

It’s not something I’ll be able to share with the coven (allergens) so I get to go off the beaten path for this one. I am sort of hoping that it will pair nicely with my genus loci salve, even though it will have a wider ‘footprint’ geographically. I am curious as to what exactly I’ll get out of them when I do finally get to it. I’m hoping to add cedar leaf and oak bark (lots of both where I foraged) to the mix, as well as some labrador tea leaves. I may try to add some birch oil if it won’t overwhelm, and as always I reserve the right to make the blend palatable, even if it means not all the ingredients are hyper-local/magical/etc.

I was really really wanting to harvest some mullein stalks for more hag tapers this fall, but there’s just...none. We had a dry, hot drought-y summer after a very cold spring, though, and it was hard for a lot of things to get started. So hag tapers will wait for the future.

Thank you to @graveyarddirt​ for hosting/herding us hags, as always.

#Hagging Out #Hagging Out 2022 #harvesting #foraging #handbaskets #hags

[lgcheewon]

hi hello and thank you for the warm welcomes. i'm new (they/them) and i'm... new lol more importantly, this is heewon and he's an aspiring rapper who likes coffee and cracking the type of jokes that make you laugh before wondering "wait is he ok?" i have a tl;dr under the cut, but you can find an even shorter one on his stats page here. feebly cobbled together some plot ideas too!

i don't have a twitter or anything of the sort, but if you're down to plot and don't mind doing it the old-fashioned way in ims, feel free to like this post and i'll hit you up when i can (or feel free to im me first)!

heewon (you can also call him won) is not an interesting guy. or so he'll tell you! he doesn't like it when people have too many expectations of him. makes it too easy to disappoint, y'know?

born and raised in nyc, he's the eldest of three and the kind of prodigal son that parents who put too much money into cram school and the like weep about. he's born to a well-off family, but has no real interest in anything but music (and this is apparent early on), and even that's a stretch.

he doesn't really think about pursuing anything as a performer himself until he auditions for lgc on a whim and actually gets invited to be a trainee. by then he's kind of on the older side and it feels like a crapshoot, but hey. it's almost been three years. maybe he's doing something right? or wrong? who tf knows lmao.

he's chill, mellow, laidback, easygoing, etc. and he very much so floats on by at his own pace. he comes across as pretty aloof sometimes, but he doesn't mind small talk and he doesn't mind meeting new people! with the obligatory downside that he probably won't remember your name. no hard feelings, really. it's just hard for him to care enough! (ok. sorry. maybe some hard feelings?)

he is a hard worker when it counts but he's never joking when he asks you to keep your expectations low. he doesn't like disappointing people and it's easier when the bar's closer to the ground. does he work hard? yeah. but does he want you to know that? not really. he cracks a lot of jokes at his own expense to mask the weird kind of self-esteem issues he has. perks of being the failed first son, am i right?

fiercely private when it comes to his personal affairs or emotional issues, he'd rather you think he has very few cares in the world. no hard feelings (for real, this time) or anything. it's just the big brother in him kicking in.

on a lighter note, he's kind of pretentious in the way he likes foreign films and poetry and film photography and pretending he knows a thing or two about loose-leaf tea, but he's also the kind of guy who likes doing a little bit of everything. he's down for most things too. it's hard to embarrass him. everyone has to be "bad" at something, right?

WANTED VIBES

event... stuff.... (pretending like i know what's going on)

childhood friends — he went back and forth between korea and america pretty frequently, especially during the summers. his family has a separate home in seongbuk!

high school friends — he went to high school in korea for about two years (at a foreign school, but he's fluent in korean and english!) before going back to the states for university and then coming back to korea to join lgc.

trainee friends — i'd imagine he probably has a lot but maybe only a few that are actually close-close with him. he's not a cold or frigid person by any means, but he's certainly a lot private and he likes to keep things as lighthearted as possible. he's a nice person to have around! and even when he's less than delightful around his closer friends, he usually tries to keep the sad vibes to a minimum.

antagon???istic??? — ample question marks because he likely would not return any strong negative emotion. please feel free to resent him for literally anything but he's really good at ignoring the things (years of practice, baby) that he doesn't care for so don't expect any sparks!

KEYWORD CONNECTIONS

sugar — did i say no negative emotion? well, i lied! just kidding. but he does resent you a little. it's not really your fault, but for whatever reason, the barista in the company building keeps getting your order confused with his. maybe it's because you two are the only ones who seem to be there at that awkward mid-morning hour? either way, he's getting a little sick of your drink. is it even human to consume something this sweet...?

past — (similar age) hello to the ex he still cares a lot about! he's the type of person who says "sure" to anyone who confesses to him. bad habit? maybe. but what's the harm in giving it a shot? well, maybe there's a little harm when he actually catches feelings. the relationship ends almost as quickly as it starts, and maybe it's because you started off as (and thankfully stayed) friends, but he does think, privately, that in another life, he might have given it a little more effort to make it work.

sibling — his brother/sister has the biggest crush on you and he's been tasked with getting your autograph. but he's bad with faces and even worse with names. isn't it funny, pal, the way his baby sibling's celeb crush has the same stage name as you? the world sure is small—oh.

dawn — he goes for a jog every morning. just because routine keeps him sane and all, and because the rec soccer team he plays on on sundays is way more serious than he thought it would be. while his runs are often pretty uneventful, it's on one morning in particular that he turns a corner too quickly and crashes right into you. did you roll your ankle? sprain it? well, fuck. say the word. he'll be at your beck and call until it heals in penance. consider it good karma.

puppy — (younger) for whatever reason, you have a crush on him. you should get your eyes (or brain) checked when you can, by the way. you've definitely got a screw loose. he's not so inattentive that he doesn't notice, but he sure doesn't want to break any hearts—so he'll pretend he doesn't know. all while pushing you to find someone else to set your sights on. for your sake.

coffee — he likes people watching. he especially likes watching your reaction every time you drop by the coffee shop he works at just to bravely try some of the shop's best (but woefully un-sweetened) coffee. next time he catches you in the legacy building, he'll treat you to some coffee milk. lol. baby.

close — (same age or older) of his best and closest friends, you are his best and his closest friend. it's not by a long shot or anything (he wouldn't want to offend the others, after all), but if there had to be a tier or a hierarchy, you'd probably be at the tippy top. he's comfortable around you. and you make it easy. probably why he's caught some feelings, right? no worries—he wouldn't dream of risking what you're sharing with him. sooner or later, the palpitations will fade. hopefully.

photograph — (similar age) it's a shame you're not really friends anymore but it's always easier to stick with the people who share the same level of ambition and drive as you, huh? he's an overly sentimental person, though. and while he's okay with the fact that you're orbiting different stars now, he still keeps that stupid polaroid of the first sleepless night spent practicing in an eerie studio together in his wallet. or he did. where did he drop it...

#um idk how to do small text anymore so don't @ me #use your imagination you can do it

[unlimitedhorsepower]

Tagged by: @thevoiceofthanatos​

Favorite color: warm bright yellow, mustard yellow & old gold, and just yellow in general. its a good colour. it makes me happy

Currently reading: idk, probably star trek fanfic my friend @rubbertplant​ was writing to give my opinion on it. i often read through my own stuff too lol, like whoah i wrote that??? ADHD has taken everything from me including my capability to read though, for real. ive been thinking of trying to listen to some audiobooks recently though, this cannot continue... its just that i also have no ears disease so idk how well that would go. determined to try though

Last song you listened to: havent been listening to music so much bc ive been playing videos instead but my last.fm has all my spotify listens so itll stay up to date on whatever i listened to last. currently seems to be “please play-bite” by pinocchioP. i often just let spotify play me whatever it recommends anyhow so theres variance. and i only started this account like a few months ago max so its not really a full picture of my music-listening

Last movie (in theaters): its not really a movie, but if it counts, the first ginga nagareboshi gin stageplay (recorded and released in finland in theaters with subs)

ginga was always huge in finland for some reason. idk. the anime is so violent though that i got really afraid of bears for some reason. theres so much blood... i never read the manga either i just knew of the anime and partook in my share of wolf roleplays (dogs were uncool! so i didnt do dog roleplays. iirc that really was my reason).

heres some funny wolves from my wolf rp days

2010. one of the first things i coloured digitally... i painstakingly cleaned the scanned pencil lineart with a mouse

2011. i had gotten my first drawing tablet as a birthday/xmas gift and practiced a ton around this time (more than just wolves lol)

Last series I watched: trigun stampede. even changed my phone bg into vash... but millions knives is probably my favourite. he just does everything wrong and makes his life worse. and everyone elses life too bc he sucks. but hes multifaceted so hes also my meow meow and whatever. i hope a ford explorer drives over him

if it counts though, ive seen some star trek TOS episodes and movies because my friends have been watching them. im not super into it but its always fun to hang. i also dont watch a lot of stuff. i dont even know what i do. guy who doesnt read or watch things but listens to jerma videos on youtube without actually looking at them while i “draw” and “write”

Craving: food honestly. i should cook something lmfao. i also want soda so bad but i dont have any. id make some tea but its disgustingly warm in my house so i only want cool drinks. could kill for a nice milkshake or a smoothie rn i think

Tea or coffee: tea... im the only finnish person who doesnt drink coffee for real. also got really into loose leaf tea bc i befriended a chinese lady who is really into tea and has a tea shop in the city near where i live

Currently working on: drawing this and trying to think how i want to do it. somehow want to incorporate flat colours and maybe shade his body naturally, and make the blood look realistic instead of flat colours... hmm not sure yet what i want to do

other than that im trying to proofread the chapter of my ryanyuri fanfic i already published because theres a lot of typos and strange sentences in there but its been a chore bc my body breaks down when it gets too warm smfh... not looking forward to when my apt goes over 30 degrees celsius it is unlivable. im also trying to complete a “lookbook” of my tnb sims. but i always start huge projects that take three million years to complete and im really slow lmfao

Tag people you’d like to get to know better: i could just ask these questions from everyone i talk on discord with. fuck my friends i know irl or otherwise, only asking people who r my friends through tumblr. no need to do this though. also this isnt probably meant to be answered so long-windedly... thats just me. i cant answer with one word i gotta write an essay. heres three tags though @basslinegrave​ @vita-divata​

(record scratch before 3rd tag) and @rubbertplant​ bc they were streaming a game in discord when i started typing this and i was like hey wanna do it and they were like yeah

i expect replies on my desk by 5pm TOMORROW!!!!get to work!!!! no i jest, do it or dont, i dont mind either way, just if you feel like doing this. if you see this and want to do it feel free to consider yourself tagged. godspeed

#gabriels ramblings

[whathappenedtomyweekend]

It’s Just A Spark Ch. 19 - Hundred Per Cent

Story: It’s Just A Spark

Author: TiliaofAnkh (me)

Read it on ao3 here and on ff.net here

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"Hello? Hiccup?"

Hiccup felt his heart unclench at the sound of her voice on the other end of the line and exhaled, leaning against his locker.

"Hey," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Everything okay?"

He smirked, his other hand coming up to rub his face. "Yeah, everything's - depends on how you look at it. I'm okay. It's, uh, it's about my cousin, Scott. He … his Dad found out he's bi and kicked him out - after beating him up."

He heard her gasp. "Oh, my God. That's horrible, I'm so sorry."

He sighed. "It's alright, he's been meaning to get out of there anyways. He's gonna stay with Gobber and my Dad for a few weeks until he's found something. But anyway, I was really just calling to tell you I won't be able to make it to come round, I'm really sorry. I've got to be here, for support. Also, he's technically on duty right now so I'm pulling a double shift to cover him."

There were a few moments of silence on the other side, but then Astrid asked, "Does he like tea?"

Hiccup stopped, taken aback. "What?"

He imagined her shrug. "Well, I mean - listen, I don't want to intrude. But if he likes tea, I've got this really nice loose leaf tea blend at home, and I could bring some over. If you'd like," she added and Hiccup's heart did a little jump, chasing a smile onto his face.

"He's more of a coffee guy," he said then, still grinning. "But I'd love a bit of some really nice loose leaf tea blend."

Astrid snorted lightly and replied, "Alright, so one coffee and three teas, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'll see you in ten, then."

"Yeah," Hiccup repeated, feeling completely at peace for the first time since he'd set foot into the department today. "Sounds perfect."

Memories of exchanged keys and a way too long work break flooded her mind as she spotted him, standing in the door.

Last time he'd been leaning against it, grinning at her with crossed arms.

Tonight, he was simply stood there. Upon stepping closer to the light, Astrid saw the expression on his face, her heart softening at the sight of him.

"Hey," she whispered into the darkness and gently laid her hands on his shoulders, pressing a light kiss onto his lips.

"Hey," he echoed, wrapping his arms around her just before she could pull away and hid his face in the crook of her neck. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course," She in turn hugged his middle, gently running her hand across his back. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he sighed out, hugging her tighter. "Now I am."

She smiled at that, hugging him a bit tighter as well.

"You wanna go in?" Her voice was quiet in the darkness, and yet echoed through the hallway. He nodded against her and slowly - reluctantly - let go of her. And so she half-led, half-followed him into the command room, blinking as her eyes accustomed themselves to the light flooding the room. Hiccup led her through a door on the left-hand side of it and Astrid couldn't help but get lost in the way he was running his thumb across the back of her hand as he did so, warmth blooming in her chest.

They ended up in a rather small room with a sofa, a table and a kitchen area at the opposite end of the sofa.

"I'll put the kettle on," Hiccup mumbled and strode over to the hob. Astrid watched him carefully as he filled the kettle with water and took four mugs out of the cabinet above him.

He was stood hunched over, hands clenching around the handle of one of the mugs as he filled it with water and spoke, "It's weird, you know – growing up, I knew they had problems at home. But I really thought it was getting better for him."

"When did he know? That he was bi, I mean?"

Hiccup shrugged. "I think he just kind of always knew. But I don't think he always wanted to let it on; not only to others but also to himself. A big portion was just being in denial, I guess. He used to be a bit … difficult. We had some rough patches. Lots of shoving around and stupid nicknames." He smirked. "More stupid than now."

Astrid smiled at that. "I like your nickname. It's cute."

He chuckled and handed her the mug. "Thanks."

His hand laid down on the back of her shoulders as he gently motioned her towards the sofa, Astrid's heart fluttering as they sat down, his arm coming up around her, one of her legs draped between his.

He was staring into his mug for a while, shadows dancing on his skin, almost mocking it. A light stubble grazed his jawline, she realised as she took a closer look in the dim light. He looked tired, distracted.

Finally, he spoke, his voice soft. "Sorry I'm bombarding you with this. It's just … strange, you know? I mean, on one hand I feel really sorry for him because I know how important his relationship with his Dad is to him, I mean … he's always wanted to make him proud and do right by him. And I know," he quickly added as he saw the look on her face. "He hasn't done anything wrong. But in his father's eyes he has. And that's the problem. But you know, on the other hand, I also have the feeling this is gonna be good for him. He's been wanting to move out for a long time, and I think being away from all the judgement is going to do him some good. Having his own space in a couple of months."

"You said he's living with your Dad and Uncle for a while?"

"Yeah – but I mean, it's my Dad and Uncle," Hiccup smirked. Astrid frowned.

"How do you mean?"

He shrugged. "Well, my Dad's pretty chill about most things and Gobber gay. So this is kind of the best environment for Scott to be in right now. Having someone around who celebrates him for who he is."

Astrid hummed. "Alright. Well, to be honest, all of this doesn't really sound that bad – I mean, don't get me wrong, being kicked out is fucking horrible," she added with a slight sarcastic smile on her face. "But you get used to it. And you then have the freedom of being yourself. You can create yourself new, become who you've always wanted to become and stay true to yourself above anyone else."

The look on Hiccup's face was taking her by surprise. She'd expected anything from confusion to pity, but instead, she was met by pure tenderness.

The mug was set down onto the table. He reached out and gently took her hand.

"You've never told me that," he said, softly, his eyes dancing over her face, settling on her own. "Thank you."

Astrid could only stare back at him, completely flabbergasted. She couldn't get the 'You're welcome' over her lips. Instead, she mumbled, "I don't think I've ever said that to anyone. I don't usually speak about this. But I – with you it's okay. Ish. I guess."

He cracked a small grin at her. "Okay-ish? Good enough for me."

She laughed at that, realising how stupid she must have sounded. "Sorry, I didn't mean – you're great. And I like telling you things."

Hiccup hummed, gently resting his hand on her thigh, his face inching closer to hers. "I like telling you things, too."

And with that, he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a soft collision, and Astrid closed her eyes, the sound of his heartbeat in her ears.

Hiccup suddenly pulled back, his hand still on her thigh, and Astrid frowned, looking at him with a searching expression. He was looking almost sheepish.

"Speaking of telling you things," he started, quickly reaching out to take a sip of his tea. "I realised something."

"Oh, God," she dead-panned. "Is this the part where you tell me that you don't actually like tea? I don't think our relationship would survive that," she quipped, nudging him lightly. She could see the nervousness written blankly on his face. It seemed more than that – Hiccup looked absolutely terrified. "Should I be worried?" she asked softly then, reaching for his hand. He shot her a small smile.

"I … don't know," he admitted then and ran the other hand through his hair. "I mean – it's just." He stopped, closed his eyes, breathed out and then inhaled deeply. "Do you remember that time I was on emergency response and got a call at like 3 in the morning-"

"You mean literally this morning?" Astrid's voice was as light as she could keep it, and she squeezed his hand, smiling up at him.

Hiccup grimaced. "Right, that was today. Huh. Well – yes. This morning. Well, I realised something. My job is dangerous – like, actually dangerous. Like 'I could die any given day' dangerous. And I just – I don't know, I feel like it's a risk. Being with me. I feel like there's so much at stake, for me being on the job, and for you being in a relationship with me. And I don't know whether you want to take that risk."

She was looking at him, her hand still in his and he couldn't make out the emotions behind her expressions.

"I-" she started, broke off and stopped. Her gaze fell onto their intertwined hands, and suddenly the words were stumbling over her lips. "I get that your job is dangerous, but I – I'd never not be with you just because you've got a dangerous job."

She looked him straight in the eye, blue waves crashing against the shore. "You're worth every risk."

I love you, Hiccup thought and said, "I've never written that message to anyone outside of work before. When I wrote you that I made it out okay."

They looked at each other for a few moments, and before Hiccup could ask her if she really was sure, Astrid whispered, "I didn't go home before I got that text," she looked up at him again, a small smile playing on her lips. "So good job on getting out of there, otherwise I would've made camp here and annoyed Gobber all day."

Hiccup chuckled, feeling all the weight he had felt before falling off his shoulders, and gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"Is that gonna be our routine, then? You pulling all-nighters until you know I didn't get fried?" he smirked.

"Honestly? I'd probably get a lot more work done that way."

He laughed at that and pulled her close again, his free arm coming around her, closing his eyes as Astrid rested her head on his shoulder. "Alright. I'll check in with you about that in a week or so."

"Is that a challenge?"

He laughed at her sudden enthusiasm. "Maybe," he shrugged, grinning impishly. She lightly nudged him in the stomach.

"No, but really though," she continued, her tone getting serious again. "I meant it when I said you're worth the risk. I'm not going to let that stop me from – you know. I'm all in on this."

"One hundred per cent?"

"One hundred per cent."

#ijas #it's just a spark #hiccstrid #hiccstrid fluff #hiccstrid fanfiction #fanfiction #mine #tiliawrites #httyd #httyd 2

[lgcsomin]

/ birthday event prep with moon somin

     when it’s almost her birthday, somin had almost forgotten the cafe event that legacy does for all of their artists. it’s been more than a year since her debut, but she still is kinda feeling like she’s living in a dream. she’s been actively living her life and feeling like some of it isn’t real. 

     and then this cafe event. seeing the birthday cafe events for her last year had been genuinely wild and she’s seen the ads pop up online for this year. she hopes she’ll have time to drop by one of them and get a cupholder for herself, but she’s not too sure if she’ll have time considering it’s during comeback promotions. but hopefully. she really wants one to keep in her room, even if she’s only going to use it as a display item.

     either way, she’s in the kitchen with a camera crew in front of her and a baker and a barista to help her come up with her ideal dessert and drink. she had spent a lot of time thinking about the best pairing for her set and she thinks she’s decided on her pairing. originally, she had wanted to do a cake of some sort with a milk tea, but she had been a bit worried that it might be too heavy for her fans. 

     so she had carefully thought about the pairing every time she got a cake or a drink from a cafe and thought it was nice, but in the end she’s going with her favourite drink and one of her favourite desserts.

     “okay, so the drink is one i’ve made before i kind of wanted to play off the fact that my colour in crystallis is white, so i’m making an oolong milk tea,” somin says happily after introducing herself to the camera. “it’s not white but it’s really pale and it’s one of my favourite drinks, though i usually get it with pearls.” she doesn’t mention that she usually gets it from gongcha, but she’s being careful to not namedrop any brands.

     “it’s actually really easy to make and i make it in the dorms all the time,” she explains, showing the oolong tea that had been provided for her today and she holds it up, grabbing the teapot that’s in front of her and adding a spoonful of the loose leaf tea into it. “then you add hot water and let it’s steep. we’re going to use milk powder, which is lactose free so anyone who is lactose intolerant doesn’t have to worry about this drink!” she grins, knowing that that was important to people who had to worry about that. “and then we’re going to add honey as the sweetener later, which i guess makes this a honey oolong milk tea.” 

      she sets the teapot aside for now with a timer, moving on to describing her dessert. “i didn’t want something too heavy since the milk tea is milky,” she explains, grinning as she comes to the reveal of her dessert. “so we’re going to make something tart! literally, too. it’s a lemon meringue tart,” she says, happy with her choice. 

     “i love meringues ... i also love croffles but since those are really popular nowadays, i thought the tart would be better and it’ll pair better too!”

     “oh the tea is finished ...” she stops talking so she can add a few spoonfuls of milk powder and also a squeeze of honey, stirring before taking a sip. “oh, i think it needs a little bit more honey,” somin says aloud, nodding and adding a little bit more. after another sip, she brightens visibly and nods. “perfect!”

      the baker steps forwards to help direct her on what to do for the pastry from behind the camera, and she laughs a bit sheepishly as she spills some flour but manages to crack the eggs masterfully one-handedly. “i cook a lot, but i don’t bake much so i’m really out of my depth here,” she explains, looking sheepish but she works hard to listen well and follow all the instructions. she manages to make the tart base, letting it rest before returning to attempt to make the lemon curd as well as the meringue. 

     it’s a struggle, but after some brief struggle with piping, she’s finally at the end stage of the tart. there’s some powdered sugar on her cheek, and she’s struggled a lot but she’s also very proud. “don’t worry you guys, yours will look a lot better,” she can’t help but quip, laughing afterwards. 

     “but now’s the part i think everyone’s been waiting for, right? because i definitely have been ... the torching!” she holds up the blowtorch, trying not to look too excited and probably failing miserably as she gets the okay to turn it on, facing it away from her. she lightly torches the meringue, watching as it browns and she does it until she’s satisfied with the result.

      there’s a slight cut where she goes to freshen up and fix her makeup before returning with the finished drink and dessert set up in front of her. “tadaaah~” somin singsongs happily, showing both items to the camera. 

     “here i present to you my dalcha,” she says, holding up the honey oolong milk tea, “which you can have hot or iced, even though mine is currently iced. and the tart is called lemon moon,” she says, and maybe she’s being cheesy for making so many moon puns but she doesn’t care either. her whole vibe is supposed to be somewhat celestial, from her last name to her stage name. 

     “i hope you guys enjoy it!”

#( s / ) #lgc:birthday #( wc / 942 )

[comatose--overdose]

Please share how you do your tea

Well, I make tea in a few different ways depending on the kind and what I'm in the mood for, and none of them are an exact science. Rather i know what color to wait for and add extras to preferred taste, but I guess I can tell you how I make my favorite kind of tea.

I use Ahmad's Aromatic Earl Grey, loose leaf, more than any other but not exclusively. You can get more than a pound of it in a really nice tin for like $10, lasts me 6 months to a year depending on how often I drink it, which to be fair, as much as I love it, I don't drink it every day. Stays perfectly fresh in its tin, super airtight. A scoop and a half of the tea leaves is good for two really strong large cups and one standard strength large cup after that before you need to dump the leaves and add more, so, again, it lasts a while. I'm specifically touting this tea because quality is really important and it's my favorite for a reason, but if you know what you're doing, you can make any rinky-dink bag of tea delicious.

But if you're wondering about quality, Loose leaf is the best quality, then sachets, then tea bags. If you've never had loose leaf tea before, like I hadn't until a couple years ago, you really, truly, don't know what you're missing. The flavor is so much fuller with loose leaf than store bought tea bags, and like I said, you can get some pretty quality stuff at a decent price. you do need infusers to use it though, or tea bags you can fill yourself. I'll still use store bought tea bags, I'm not snobby about it, especially when I just want a single cup or I don't have energy to do much then pop a mug in the microwave and drop a tea bag in it afterward (Don't microwave it with the tea bags in it, not only do some tea bags have staples but the bag will also degrade and bust open if it boils. Yes I found that out the hard way). There's just, you know, a noticeable difference.

Anyway, first things first, use more than what it says you should. If you want good, strong tea but not bitter, don't steep it longer, steep more. two teabags instead of one, scoop and a half of tea leaves instead of just a scoop.

You want milk in your tea? Warm up your milk (bring it up to about boiling point but don't actually let it boil, remove it immediately) and steep your tea directly in it. Add hot water and keep steeping. Or don't! My favorite tea has no water, I just warm up some milk and steep it. it's richer, it's creamier, and the flavor it brings to Earl Grey specifically is divine. It cuts ALL of the bitterness so you don't actually have to worry about over steeping at all, which is good, because with just milk it takes longer to get a really strong flavor, even with the extra leaves, but it's so worth it. I add sugar and honey, because the honey gives it a wonderful flavor but if I added enough for it to actually be as sweet as i like it, it would overwhelm all of the other flavors, but no matter how sweet or unsweetened you want it, it's delicious.

Try it with different steeping times and take notice of the color it takes, eventually you'll be able see the second it's to your preference of strength.

Earl Grey is what it is because of the bergamot mixed in with the leaves, whether it be oil or dried peels. Sometimes I mix other teas with it that have even stronger citrus profiles, something orange or lemon (like Bigelow's Constant Comment or Lemon Lift) if I'm just making a quick cup using tea bags instead of settling in to enjoy my classy stuff (Because I will, legit, sit down for hours enjoying an entire 2+ liter pot of tea with the good shit and watch video essays or study, thank you temperature controlled electric kettle)

Also keep in mind the different ideal temperatures for different kinds of tea! Black tea steeps best at boiling point, but green teas will burn and become bitter at such a high temperature. Green tea is better steeped between 170-180 f (76-82 c)

Mostly though my tea is good because I've made a lot of it and I've spent years messing around and figuring out how I like it best, and it just so happens the few people I make tea for all love it too. I put a lot of love and enthusiasm into it, because i know how happy a good cup of tea can make people. it's liquid comfort, and liquid joy. Whenever My mom or Gramma are sick, nothing helps them feel better like my tea. As soon as they start feeling bad they ask for it.

(Of course, don't make milk tea for anyone who's feeling under the weather, especially if they've got the sniffles, as milk increases phlegm production and could lead to them coughing more, but definitely DO give them peppermint or spearmint tea with fresh lemon juice and lots of honey! The mint and lemon will help them fight it off and the honey will soothe achy throats like nothing else can.)

In the end, I can only give you tips on how to find your favorite recipe or method because tea is something that, and I say this genuinely, can be really personal, but anyone can make a bitchin cup of tea if they play with it a little.

#I just really fucking love tea you guys can you tell #it really means a lot to me #it's how I comfort and treat myself when i feel super shitty #I just hope none of this came off as pretentious because I mean it all sincerely #answered ask

[aurorapuppylover2002]

Aged Tieguanyin from 1986!

tried This around 2 weeks ago :), would have wrote abt it sooner but i got into a car crash like 3 hours later¹. SAD!

this is the first time i ever tried an oolong tea². While i dont have the packaging it came in anymore to give you more details. It was aged in a more traditional method that didnt involve re-roasting it every few years to keep a fresher flavor and to allow the aging process to come through in the taste. This tea was picked in Anxi county in Fujian, a province of southeast China that's directly across from Taiwan³.

The scent⁴ of the dry tea leaves prior to being steeped is really mellow and nice, its sort of a sweet fruity smell with deeper woodier, nuttier I'd even say notes that tie it together really well. Post steep the leaves open and the scent becomes much louder, relatively, and a lot of the bass notes of the tea came out more prominently, otherwise just about the same⁵.

The color of the liquor⁶ was a lovely golden yellow, and the light but glowing appearance is reflected in its taste. The tea again is reminiscent of its scent, light, fruity, with hints of walnuts and wood⁷. Tea had effectively no astringency and made for a very relaxed and cozy drinking experience.

I wouldn't put the taste as better than red teas ive tried, but the smell ive totally fallen for and is my favorite so far.

now if only i could get better teaware to increase the comfy vibes⁸. now that would be a treat :3c⁹

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Footnotes

1. Im perfectly ok, and the crash wasnt my fault :) but it wasnt really the reason i havent posted im just a wee bit lazy, it definitely was why i didnt post same day tho

2. Ive likely tried oolong before at a restaurant or from a teabag, but both of those are probably pretty cheap doodoo teas that arent gonna be very comparable to a nice loose leaf. so im not counting them, + i dont remember them.

3. that was a bit awkward in its wording but i think location matters so i always wanna try to mention it, i also just love geography!

4. I kind of imply this in other parts of the post but since i had this tea ive tried another oolong that i bought a larger bag of and have been enjoying, will post abt it in the upcoming days because it's not aged plus this account is basically my tea journal. the smell here i dont prefer to the not aged oolong ive tried but is still super nice.

5. they are more different than i have the ability to articulate yet, but not by a ton

6. For some reason when i bought this i thought it was a puerh, maybe because i saw aged and forgot the rest lol. so when i poured the tea into my little cup and it was so light in color i was surprised and had go reread the package to discover my goof

7. im bad at tasting notes too still lol.

8. my current set up is a thin mug to brew in and a little ceramic dish¹⁰ to use as a lid, like a sort of thrifted gaiwan lol

9. :3c

10. I got most of my stuff from goodwill i dont have nice porcelain money for rn. saving to get something simple and nice tho! id at least want a nice gaiwan, its probably the most important thing to worry about the quality of, besides the leaves of course.

#tea #oolong #gong fu cha #shitty teaware