#tea as a love language

[sleepyteamage]

Let an artist know you are in love with them by commissioning them and then eating the commission

#tea talks #It's a love language for sure

[drewbs]

jmart week day 4: tea as love language

@jonmartinweek :]

#jonmartin week 2024 #day 4: tea as love language #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma #the magnus archives #doodles #my art #the little cuties #i drew this with a ballpoint pen that the air force recruiter gave me so sorry if it’s kinda shitty :’)

[javelinbk]

The Beatles' appearance with Gay Byrne and Ken Dodd, Granada Television Studios, 25th November 1963 - part 4 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6) (x)

#poor paul #he's so baby here #he just wants to get home to his dad and his aunties #someone make that lad a cup of tea and stroke his leg hair #still... john's teasing is also his love language #paul mccartney #john lennon #john and paul #the beatles #ringo starr #it was sixty years ago today #november 1963 was just the best month #javelin’s gifs

[sixty-silver-wishes]

people you meet in russian class

kid who knows a ton of molchat doma and kino songs, but keeps forgetting how to say "hello"

heritage speaker who knows vocab but not grammar rules, who's besties with the language fiend who knows grammar but not vocab (this was my friend and I)

kid with scary politics

bored tech genius who speaks russian with the thickest american accent you've ever heard

the alt/goth kid. there's always one.

the one who always shows up late and gets called out by the professor every time

the one who dropped out as soon as they heard about genitive case

retired old guy who was in the military and is awkwardly singing cheburashka songs in the back of the classroom with the rest of the students

humanities student intimidated by all their stem and polsci classmates (this was also me)

"cyka blyat lol edgy communism memes" kid who really wants to commit to the bit

quiet slavic kid who never talks but is somehow tight with the professor

the one a little too into soviet history

the one who never tried to learn to read cyrillic

the one who insists on writing in russian cursive, despite the fact that none of the other students can read it and the professor keeps correcting it (this was also me. we didn't even have to learn cursive. I just wanted to learn it for historical research purposes)

the one romanov apologist (may also believe they're a reincarnation of anastasia romanova)

#language learning #russian #russian language #I miss russian class. I made so many friends. and the professor loved me so it was awesome #she also made us tea and pirozhki sometimes

[owlsie-hoot]

No matter where you are in the world, you are at home when tea is served

inspired by: If I Pour Your Cup by @givesmevoice

#All Creatures Great and Small #ACGAS #ACGAS 2020 #Siegfried Farnon #Audrey Hall #Siegfried x Audrey #shared cups of tea #so many times #especially love the series 4 moments we were given so far #tea is a love language...

[i-trash-about-things]

It's 2 am and I can't sleep with the thought of Hobie Brown leaving kiss marks all over his s/o face

Like- Imagine it. supermodel Hobie Brown, chilling on the dressing room with his partner, just chilling with each other. Then, he just gets up, reaches for a container of dark lipstick and just... Slowly, teasingly, sets it on his lips...

S/o immediately turns away, pretending like they weren't watching practically not blinking how their boyfriend applied the paint to his pretty lips.

He chuckles, steps closer and sits beside them. Without warning, he grabs their face and just plants a big fat kiss in their cheek. Then on their forehead. Other cheek. Lips. Jaw. It goes on and on, all the s/o can feel at this point is his warm lips, cold piercing and the sticky feeling of the lipstick coating their entire face.

When he steps back, Hobie just has this absolutely smug look on his face as he sees his finished work.

"looking good, luv."

#hobie brown x reader #english is not my first language and my country is literally one of the farthest from the UK sorry if anything doesn't make sense #LOOK #I DON'T KNOW THAT TO TELL YOU I JUST LOVE HIM #PLS HOBIE ONE CHANCE #I just really want some kisses mate #please 🥺 #also if anyone has some hobie x chill/nonchalant!reader I would highly appreciate if you sent me a link #there's nothing wrong with the current reader versions being written right now #they're just not my cup of tea most of the time so #give me relaxed/nonchalant/cool/idk readers #OR MOM FRIEND READER #idk I'm just spouting out bullshit at this point #night night #hobie brown

[auroraborealisdragon]

Some Crowley and Aziraphale bickering

Aziraphale: Crowley, don’t you even dare think about it. Crowley: *grabs a mug and fills it up with water*

Aziraphale: please Crowley, don’t do this

Crowley: *making direct eye contact, puts mug in microwave*

Aziraphale: Crowley I beg of you! Just talk to me! Crowley: *puts tea in microwaved water*

Aziraphale: *literally crying* I’m sorry!!!!

#crowley #good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #ineffable idiots #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #Ineffable husbands bickering #Bickering #Demon #bickering is a love language #Improper making of tea #Tea with microwaved water #they’re married

[sigmoon]

I know, we all love the idea of Fyodor as a filthy rich and fancy guy wearing fitted black turtlenecks taking you out to fancy restaurants, but lets be real here. Even Dazai would make an effort (he serves you food from a delivery service and claims he cooked it), but Fyodor? He’d tell you that you have food at home if you asked him to go out for dinner with you. It’s not like he can’t afford it, he just doesn’t want to. There’s too many people at restaurants, first of all, and secondly: why go out and have an expensive dinner when he can share a snack from the vending machine with you? And that man collects coupons like a maniac, do not go grocery shopping with him, he will embarrass you both by saying „Wait, I have a coupon for that“ to the cashier at any given chance.

(I have proof:)

#„wir haben Brot zuhause“ is a core memory of mine :‘) #don’t worry‚ he’ll gift you that country to make up for his stinginess #his love languages are a bit confusing. but he’s trying. #tea time #fyodor.bsd #bsd

[vamp-eyre]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Additional Tags: Jonmartin Week 2024 (The Magnus Archives), Prompt Fic, Tea as a love language, One Shot Summary:

“Jon?” He asks tentatively as he steps fully into Jon’s small, cramped office. The man looks up, eyes focusing back up onto him.

“Oh, Martin. Tea again?”

 Martin's daily routine is interrupted in a way he couldn't have expected.

Jonmartin Week 2024, Day 4: Tea as a love language

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I had to write a little something in honour of Jonmartin week 2024! @jonmartinweek​

#jonmartin week 2024 #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #the magnus archives #tma #day 4 prompts: tea as a love language

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Fyodor/Nikolai/Sigma, domestic au, but they are painfully slavic and living their best lives, is something that can be so personal.

(this post took forever cause I essentially had to make it twice. I didn't look at what blog I originally posted this to the first time round. shoot me)

#the mixture of Russian. Ukrainian. and Polish would be so beautiful and so messy dear lord #they go to church at least every sunday if not more. Fyodor tunes into a radio midnight mass. Sigma veils when he goes to church #they all help cook so every night is fusion night. they scrounged up an *old* cookbook somewhere cause none of them had any family they- #close enough to to get an authentic grandma's cook book. so they make do with what they've got #they all speak all three languages #they believe in *every* slavic superstituion and piece of folklore. its actually like. hard to exist. they're bordering being annoying with #i say lovingly #breakfast is their favorite time of day. they make fancy teas and kiss and read the paper with the radio going #fyodor has a library of old slavic literature #fyodor and nikolai almost only go by fedya and kolya #nikolai lives up to the smoking/alcohol addiction stereotype and he's proud of it #this post is made by a polish slav that is only just starting to reconnect with the culture my family tried to bury so bare with- #the sparsity please. any suggestions would be lovely! #slavic is a blanket term #slavic #sigma #sigma bsd #sigma bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #(implied) fem sigma #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #sigfoylai #siglai #fyolai #fyosig #bsd

[satans-knitwear]

Guyyyys. I got us a present or two. To reward me for going out AND getting some. And for a bit of fun ✨

#My love language is dolling myself up for u #I might save these for fishnet friday 🤔🤔🤔 #But the lube is being cracked open tonight. I havent had a sexdrive in so long. Its like a reawakening. #Anywhore!!! We shall be enjoying these together asap. And i shall spill some tea on my recent escapade after a drink this evening 👀💅

[aragarna]

Drabble meme: POI, platonic 🥰

It all started with the tea. At first, Harold thought John was digging for information on him. A spy thing, one he was terrifyingly good at. Harold wasn't sure what conclusion John might draw from his exact tea variety of choice, though with John, you never knew. But when, along with a Sencha green tea for Harold and a black coffee for himself, John started bringing along pastries, leaning back comfortably on his chair, clearly enjoying this shared breakfast over the morning debrief, Harold could only draw one conclusion: It wasn't a spy thing. It was simply because John cared. About the mission, about this job, and possibly, about Harold.

Either that, or John was secretly working for the New York City Pastry Lobby.

Prompt was: 🥰 Saying ‘I love you’ without saying it

#a meme! #person of interest #thanks for the prompt! #it's not exactly 100 words sorry #but it's drabble-size #john reese #harold finch #tea and pastries #their love language

[latte-lesbian]

making people their tea the way they prefer it is my love language

#offering someone tea is something very romantic #tea #love language #sapphic #lesbians #lesbian #grandmacore #cottagecore

[jomiddlemarch]

The shapes a bright container can contain!

VII. It was a balancing act, looking after Hermione. On the one hand, he was well-aware she was an intelligent and competent adult witch, capable of making her own decisions, entitled to plenty of time and space to herself.

On the other hand, she rarely made decisions with her own best interest as the chief concern, she had never learned how to use leisure time for actual leisure or leisurely activities that weren’t productive and/or virtuous, and she had an isolative streak that made her choice of familiar understandable. There was only so much one could do for her and it was especially challenging for Draco to be the one doing.

However, he’d told her he’d look after her and no matter what anyone thought, he did not break promises or fail to fulfil the terms of an agreement.

Which meant that on a chilly Sunday morning, when he found her at the kitchen table with a towering stack of essays in front of her and another at her feet instead of tucked up in bed or lolling on the sofa with tea, pastries, and a chunky Muggle paperback, he didn’t hesitate.

“Accio Professor Granger’s essays,” he said, pitching his voice loud enough to call the parchment to him without startling her unduly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said. She was seated, so she could put her hands on her hips but the gesture was quite present in her tone. It was impressive. She was undoubtedly not startled in the slightest.

“Grading your fifth and, unless I’m mistaken, seventh year Arithmancy class mid-term exams. I don’t even know why you have a fifth year class, you were only supposed to be teaching that tutorial but I imagine Minerva did her version of begging with all the shortbread and her plaid robe,” he said. Hermione nodded. “You must have a rubric—”

“I must?”

“You’re Hermione Granger, you wouldn’t grade without a rubric,” he said.

“Did Neville tell you that?” she asked.

“Give me some credit. I didn’t need him to tell me,” Draco said. 

“So he did,” Hermione replied.

“Scorpius too. The students appreciate it, although the Slytherins and Gryffindors both feel the rubrics are overly detailed,” he said.

“I was frustrated by how arbitrary our educational experience was,” she said.

“It didn’t help how they all played favorites,” Draco said. “McGonagall obviously, but Snape was a terror.”

“He’d had a lot to answer for, if he hadn’t also been a double-agent Dumbledore was willing to manipulate within an inch of his life after failing him abysmally when he was a student himself,” Hermione said. “It doesn’t bear thinking about, how he treated Neville.”

“Agreed. Though you seem to be following in his footsteps when it comes to the length of your assignments. Merlin’s manky knickers, these essays are long,” Draco said.

“Manky knickers?” 

“Scorpius told me that was au courant, so to speak, but I admit, it may sound more appropriate from a fourteen year old,” Draco smiled.

“I don’t tell them they’ve got to give me twelve feet. I just say that they may,” Hermione said.

“They have done, most of them it would seem,” he said. “You’ll run yourself into the ground grading these—”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“You’re not and you won’t. I’ll see to them,” he said. He was hoping his expression and tone would convey a respectful but conclusive end-of-discussion, but Hermione was used to being the one ending discussions and looked at him skeptically. Her color was better though—it seemed she found arguing with him invigorating.

“How will you get through them? You don’t even know what they’re about,” she said.

“I’ll run a few charms, apply the rubric, leave a few pithy Professor Granger-esque comments,” he said. “I’m thinking along the lines of Extremely detailed, good use of references, tickety-boo.”

“I have never and would never write Tickety-boo on a student’s essay,” she said. “In a fit of whimsy, I might say it was Excalibur, a little pun on excellence and caliber—”

“I got it,” he said. “It’s painful. A Weasley wouldn’t even make a pun that gruesome. Maybe you should start writing tickety-boo.”

“It seems I’m not writing anything at the moment,” she said. “I’m not sure what to do with myself in the meantime.”

“I am,” Draco said, fishing a small bundle from his vest pocket, setting it an arm’s length from Hermione on the table, and flicking his wand in its direction. “Engorgio liborum.”

“Cleopatra’s alembic,” Hermione breathed. Draco grinned. He’d been hoping for awed surprise as her response. “What did you do?”

“Rather, the salient question is what have I procured for you?” he said. “Books. An excessive number, none of them relevant to your work. Leisure reading, it’s called.”

“There’s so many,” she said softly.

“Yes. I started with classics, the entire collection of Austen’s works, Gaskill’s Wives and Daughters, and then I added some modern choices—you needn’t feel any excessive guilt, all of those,” he said, pointing to one stack of paperbacks, “are written by an English professor at a university in New York and those over there are by a former clerk to a US Supreme Court judge. You can Transfigure the covers if you prefer, it’s entirely your business what you read.”

“They’re all romances,” she said. 

“You indicated they’re a guilty pleasure, though I don’t think you ought to feel guilty about them or any other pleasure. I paid attention,” he said. Before she could start in on him for his advocacy of hedonism, especially as it pertained to her and him, he spoke again. “I did add in Sayers’ Gaudy Night, because if you haven’t read it, you must, it was written for you, and I can’t take the credit for knowing that. Pansy recommended it—”

“Pansy Parkinson?”

“Pansy Parkinson Finch-Fletchley,” Draco said. “She spends more of her time passing as an aristo Muggle than being a proper witch, but her family didn’t come out well on the other side of things. She’s an antiques dealer, they have a son who bears an unfortunate resemblance to a red-billed stork they’ve saddled with the name Peregrine and he’s been sent to some place called Harriot or Herring instead of Wizarding school. Wouldn’t even consider Beauxbatons.”

“Harrow. They sent him to Harrow. You may have broken me with this,” Hermione said, laughing helplessly. “The books and Pansy and Peregrine-the-stork—”

“Crane might be more apt, come to think of it,” Draco said.

“Broken, I said,” she gasped.

“Hardly,” he said. “Not how you’re made.”

“You’re overestimating me,” she said, speaking in her normal tone again.

“No,” he said. “I know you better than you think. There’s a difference. Now you ought to let me get to work grading these essays. The sofa and your novels await.”

Two hours later, she set a steaming mug of tea beside his left hand and briefly squeezed his hunched shoulder. If he hadn’t been half-dazed from reading the essays, he would have had a more pronounced response to her touch, the first time he could recall her initiating physical contact between them. However, the rambling lengths of parchment had nearly done him in.

“You do this every week? These are excruciating,” he said. 

“Yes, but they’re learning. We were excruciating back then too. It wasn’t just being a double-agent under a crushing load of guilt and stocking the infirmary’s potions for Dumbledore to use that budget for the Order of the Phoenix that made Snape so exhausted,” she said. 

“I would have said snarky,” Draco replied. “Biting. Derisive. And he was my Head of House and obviously favored us.”

“He did have a mouth on him, didn’t he?” she said nostalgically. “And when he was really put out, you could hear the Manchester in him. Drink the tea. I added a lot of honey.”

“For strength?” Draco asked. “Once more unto the breach and all that?”

“Because you like it sweet,” she said. “You can tell Pansy she was right. I’m loving Gaudy Night.”

“I thought you’d start with Austen,” he said.

“Those are old friends. I thought I’d try something new,” she said.

#dramione #draco x hermione #hogwarts professors #hurt/comfort #mostly just comfort #grading someone else's papers as a love language #tea and sympathy #romance #slow burn #references to Pansy Parkinson #discussion of Snape #So Many Romance Novels #widower!draco #posted on AO3

[bunny-kisser]

Imaging making your f/o a cup of tea! Maybe they're sick, maybe it's cold out, maybe you both just really like tea! Do they have a favorite kind, or are they just indulging in your care for them?

#Making tea for people is one of my fav love languages #self ship prompt #self shipping #f/o prompts #personal

[camelliasinensis81]

You can tell a lot about someone by the kind of tea they drink. Do they only drink herbal infusions? Do they absentmindedly let their jasmine oversteep? Do they like their black tea as strong and hot as the girl they spend their entire day staring at?

Anyway, somehow people are confused when I say that my love language is tea.

#tea #love language #hojicha my love #although I'll gladly accept a nice earl grey