#Coffee Box Subscription

[bookishlyvintage]

owlcrate day 3: tumbler & cold drink

[colombiancoffeeus]

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[peaches-creek]

Little things they do for you

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Always brings a souvenir back when he visits another country

Signs up for those monthly subscriptions for things you like, whether it’s makeup, video games, anime he finds one of those monthly mystery boxes that get mailed to your doorstep

Has your name tattooed across his chest/heart

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

Likes to literally tuck you into bed whenever you are going to sleep but he isn’t

Likes to wake you up to breakfast in bed

Tries to watch some of your shows with you and pretends to like them

His lock screen is of your anniversary date where he took a pic of you in front of a sunset

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Makes playlists for you every month

If you are ever so tired but can’t find sleep he will read to you to soothe you back to sleep

Likes to go stargazing with you

Captain John Price

Has a morning routine based around yours

Pays for your hair and nail appointments

Cooks dinner as long as you cook breakfast

Takes couples dancing classes with you

Konig

Writes you notes with little pep talks on them when he knows you are worried about something

If you begin to get overwhelmed or frustrated he will find a way to soothe you, by either rubbing your back, talking to you etc.

Knows exactly how to make your coffee/tea

[jennyfromthebes]

it's nothing that some chocolates and a rose and a paper bag and a lamp and a sofa and some books and a filing cabinet and a panasonic DX-4500 and a new shirt and some shoes and some apples and a stove and a sweater and some socks and a starfish and a camera and a monkey jug and a pound of coffee and a reading light and some pastels and some whiskey and a glass and some fine silverware and a WHPK coffee mug and some plateware and a Marantz PMD200 Professional Series and a really nice, really old Panasonic and an original 1978 copy of Ça plane pour moi by Plastic Bertrand and a voter registration form which I'm extraordinarily grateful for and a wristwatch and a notebook and some plants and a subscription to Road & Track and a subscription to Donk, Box & Bubble and a blanket and a television and a record and a brand-new microphone cable and a copy of Arab Strap's The Weekend Never Starts Around Here and a sandwich and a table and a typewriter and a Dictaphone and an asp and a Fisher-Price toy microphone can't fix

[gabessquishytum]

When a skinny wirey hot goth walks into Hob's gym, Hob is pretty sure he's lost. Hob gym is more boxing, lifting, and working your aggression out on dudes heads or heavy bags; Hot! Goth looks like he needs smoothies and yoga mats and like he would turn his nose up at sweat that's not "glowing".

Matthew checked him in, so Hob didn’t even get a name before Hot! Goth took off his sweat jacket and started to lift --- Hob was mesmerized!

Hot!Goth was doing everything right (Hob wasn't perv-ing, he was just watching checking to make sure no one got hurt) so Hob couldn't even offer tips! And he was strong, he was lifting real weight and Hob maybe wanted to bite his biceps. Hob is just going to walk over and take a,,,,,, customer satisfaction survey, make sure new guy feels welcome,, offer a tour of the private showers.

Dream just wanted a place in his new neighborhood to workout - without all the himbos and people in the gym just to be seen. Dream was serious about his workout and this gym seems like a place to workout without the flash.....(and the day before he might have seen this hot sweats and ripped-off arms shirt wearing, manbun having, scorchingly hot guy walk in here while Dream was grabbing coffee.) Dream's trying not to be obvious about looking for someone specifically.

You sent this in a while ago but it's so on theme right now! Hell yeah!

And who could forget Tom's workout video when he was getting the "shaved panther" look for season 1.

Listen, Hob is trying his best. He's checked Hot Goth's form, and he's almost perfect. He doesn't seem interested in any of the classes or group sessions. And Hob is NOT going to accost the poor man at what is supposed to be a safe space. So, Hob keeps coaching his clients, running the gym in general and doing his own workouts. It's FINE.

Then one day, Hob is doing deadlifts when he notices that Hot Goth is trying to get his attention. His shirt seems to be absolutely soaking wet! "I knocked my water all over myself while I was getting off the machine. I hate to ask, but may I take my top off? I would like to finish my workout, if possible."

Hob is happy to say yes (he's horny. He's HORNY to say yes) and Hot Goth pulls off his shirt. He's got an absolutely glorious physique and Hob can barely keep in a squeak of delight.

Hot Goth looks pleased by Hob’s reactions, but he still looks like he wants to say something else. "I feel a little awkward." He murmurs, when Hob raises an eyebrow. "Being the only one."

And what us Hob supposed to DO?! He takes his own shirt off maybe too enthusiastically. It's bulking season (aka the best season) and he's feeling good in his body! Hot Goth's extremely appreciative, mouth opened stare does a lot for his confidence too.

Hob wonders for a few seconds if this is just a bros being bros, enjoying each other's manly tits thing. And then Hot Goth pretty much flutters his eyelashes. "I have been meaning to do some more cardio, if you would be amenable to joining me. Perhaps in your office, where we would not be disturbed?"

(It takes Hob an hour and 2(!!!) orgasms to get Hot Goth's name and number. He tells Matthew to give Dream a free subscription. Boyfriends get certain perks, you know?)

[outlawruben]

Rip Van Der Linde gang 😔you would’ve loved:

Pt 2

Abigail Marston- pioneer woman dish sets, Apple AirTags (for baby Jack)

Arthur Morgan- dates to an art museum, watercolors and watercolor paper

Bill Williamson- Crocs, Sunday Night football

Charles Smith- Ethel Cain, Adopt an endangered Animal websites

Dutch Van Der Linde- Group chats, silk linens (I was going to just say pillowcases but sheets too)

Hosea Matthews - white noise machines, Broadway Musicals

Jack Marston- Minecraft, Breyer horse toys

Javier Escuella- Garage Band, terrible box dye

John Marston- Impractical Jokers, AC / DC

Josiah Trelawney- Pajama sets, Streaming services (the whole gang uses his subscriptions)

Karen Jones- Rupaul’s Drag Race, Party line-dances (particularly the wobble)

Kieran Duffy- Botanical Legos, Pokémon

Lenny Summers- a Nintendo Switch, Minute Maid lemonade

Leopold Strauss- Bitcoin, Starbucks Coffee

Mary-Beth Gaskill - Tumblr, Pinterest

Micah Bell - Just for Men beard dye, Twitter

Molly O’Shea- Lana Del Rey, Coquette style

Rev, Orville Swanson- Christian Rock, officiating weddings (yes Ik he probably could do that back then but he doesn’t)

Sadie Adler- Spotify podcasts, calling every get together/party a “function” (apparently not a lot of ppl do)

Sean MacGuire- inappropriately timed memes, being competitive with kids with carnival/rodeo games

Simon Pearson- crockpots, KFC

Susan Grimshaw- Yankee candle, Duolingo

Tilly Jackson- spas, viral baking hacks/recipes (she actually tries them)

Uncle- Roombas, Saturday Night Live

[getawayfox]

380 words for @hdcandyheartsfest prompt “Surprise”.

Surprising absolutely no one with my thanks to @crazybutgood for the help!🤍

“Could you remind me I need to buy owl treats?” Draco asks, rummaging through the enamel box to fish out the last one.

Harry looks up from his coffee to see a large tawny owl sitting patiently on the windowsill. The sight gives his stomach a small jolt of unpleasant anticipation. “Don’t you want to cancel the newspaper subscription?” Harry had done his ages ago.

The first time the Daily Prophet got wind about them was after they were leaving a Muggle restaurant together: a small Italian place in Soho, probably too close to Diagon Alley. Harry still says that the reporter must have been tipped off; he thought they were being careful. Though, he couldn’t help the brush of their fingers under the table every so often, or the besotted smile when Draco had asked him over for a nightcap.

“Oh, no, where would I get my daily crossword if I didn’t have the newspaper?” Draco says lightly.

The article back then wasn’t very complimentary. Draco had said it was fine in that way of his that Harry knew meant everything but fine. The day after, Pansy ran an extensive feature on Draco’s research success in Witch Weekly. Harry had sent her flowers.

It didn’t stop the influx of letters they both got every morning. Most of the time, it wasn’t too bad. Sometimes it was.

Having paid the owl, Draco turns the pages quickly, clearly looking for something. “Ah. There.” He shoves the paper onto Harry’s mostly empty plate, and points at a small article at the bottom of the page.

Perseus Publishing, known for its popular "Witch Weekly" and "Quidditch Times" magazines, is now set to take over The Daily Prophet at the end of this month….

Harry laughs, suddenly feeling light, like flying, like he’s caught a Snitch. Draco tends to make him feel that way a lot. “Did you buy—? Does this mean? Is Pansy in charge?”

Draco slides into his lap, kisses his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth. “Mm-hmm.” Kiss. “No more surprises.” Kiss. “No more Howlers.” Kiss. “All the privacy we want. Just us.”

“Just us,” Harry breathes. Grabs Draco by the waist, kisses him properly. “You’re devious. And a genius.”

Draco preens. “I’m also late,” he says, but makes no move to get up, lets Harry convince him to be late, just this once.

[capsensislagamoprh]

Head cannon central.

As you know, I love the idea that Otabek comes from that OLD money. You'd have to look to see the signs, but they are there. So when he comes to stay with Yuri in his new apartment on a long visit, he low key puts things in there Yuri deserves, but would never get for himself.

One of said things? Yuri uses those Lipton tea bags in a cardboard box that's only good for poisoning your tulips and perhaps making long island iced. He says nothing, just suffers thrugh until Yuri has to go do something like ballet class.

Otabek goes shopping, with mutual agreement, so they can cut two birds with one skate. He gets all the things, including tea. He gets no less than eight of those fancy metal tins with different types of tea in each. The ones with like, twelve, maybe twenty silk pouches with fragrant blooms, herbs, and spices. Yuri is not ready for loose leaf, let alone custom blends. And he gets one very large box of cheep assed Lipton, because if that's what Yuri wants, that is what Yuri gets.

Yuri doesn't understand. Tea is tea. Until he sits with Otabek, watching movies, curled up under the same blanket, and smells the cinnamon and cream coming from Otabek's cup. When he thinks Otabek is not looking he steals a sip. Otabek goes to make himself a new cup. He's not getting that one back.

Yuri goes to dance class next week with a cherry blossom and honey tea in his reusable to go cup. Lilia starts to dig into him about coffee and how its not acceptable. Yuri explains it's tea, perhaps a little to enthusiastically. He promises to bring Lilia a cup tomorrow so she can try it too.

Next time Otabek drives Yuri to dance class. He's got the tea for Lilia. As he hands her a bag full of several metal tins with classical, elegant flavors, she sips from the cup Yuri gave her. It's almost enough to make up for that exhibition skate. Almost.

As Otabek stands off to the side, admiration for the art of ballet clear in the way he watches Yuri dance, or perhaps for her prized student himself, quietly saying he'd be happy to send her a subscription for whatever flavors she likes, or she can pick out ones she'd like to try - he'd like to make up for disappointing her all those years ago...

Then he tells her how he knew her, Yakov, and how he first met Yuri. She reluctantly agrees. Let it never be said she's above such fine gestures of recompense. Her time is valuable, after all.

When she gets home she tries the creamed earl grey. Perhaps he's not such a bad boy after all. Inflexible, yes, but there must be something to work with if he has taste like this.

The Lipton winds up staying in the cabinet for years. It makes Otabek smile every time he sees it. Unused, probably decayed to dust by now. They even move it into their new place. It only ever gets used on people Yuri doesn't like. Like his tutors, and that one time Victor pissed him off so much he wasn't speaking to him for weeks.

Otabek adds things. Yuri doesn't understand them, until he can't remember not using them always. Like when they curl up under the same blanket to watch movies with a cup of cinnamon cream tea.

[strayshornystuff]

An incident with… portals?

A knock on the door. It was those damn kids again, ding dong ditching again. During my episode with Mr. Slimey, who was safely stoppered in his little vial on my coffee table, with tape on the cork, those kids had decided to spray paint the door to my apartment, the brats. I’d never even seen them in person, but I heard them as they bolted off, laughing. I slowly walked to the door, hoping to catch them out by standing right next to the door. *Knock knock* “GOTCHa oh hi sorry are you okay?” Instead of a small child I saw the delivery man, jumping at my exclamation and falling on his arse, looking up with blood-filled cheeks. I quickly reached out to help him up, but before I could even apologise properly, he just looked at me sympathetically and said, “Those kids again?”

“Yeah,” I respond, “If you’ve seen my door, that was them.”

“Far out-” he vaguely gestured at the door “-they’re pretty good at drawing dicks for random kids…”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, any case this is for you!” He scooped up the package that had fallen on the ground, and placed it in my arms. “Hope you can get someone for the door soon!”

“Thanks!” I call after him, and then I turn back in to my apartment.

I gently put the box down on the table, grab my kitchen shears, and look carefully at the cardboard cube in front of me. It was larger than the one the silver little devil had come in, but looked the same in every other way. I figured that I ought to get the matter over with, and so the tape was sliced, and the flaps opened. Inside were two plastic circles, each with a sticky, glue on the back, like on wall hooks. And on both of them, on the non-sticky side, were glowing holes, one with a blue glow, and the other with an orange glow. Except something didn’t look quite right…

I took each of the circles out of the box, and placed one on the table, while I kept the other in my hand. And when I looked through the table portal, I could see myself from where the other one was. I looked back and forth, mesmerised by the fact that I had legitimate portals, in my hands. While looking back and forth, I noticed a piece of paper in the box, with a couple of short lines of text on it. Curious for its message, I snatch up the paper, and read.

Congratulations! You have received our newly made portal product from our sci-fi toy line as part of your subscription! The portals have a range of about 200 km of perfect, seamless connection, and will not generate any undesired effects, such as collapse, cancer, or other crippling conundrums, no matter what you stick in the hole, or how long you do so. To change the size, flick the lock switch, place your hands on the portal walls, or the walls of the circle, and squeeze/pull to desired size! The rest is up to you to find out! Not responsible for any damage or harm caused through great misuse. To cancel your subscription at any time, message our customer service number at 04XX XXX XXX

I could hardly believe it. They had censored their customer service number, in a box that contained a wormhole. Even if it was stable, I needed to know who was sending me these. And secondly, this was considered a toy? Does that make Mr. Slippery slimey aphrodisiac mercury over there… a toy as well? And the word ‘line’… was there more of these toys? It was too much to wrap my head around, I couldn’t. I slumped down on the couch, and drifted off to sleep, my head spinning from everything…

…zzz…

I felt so good… someone was eating me out from behind, and they were good… I felt so fuzzy… I felt obligated to stimulate them, but there was already an ass in my face, I was already going to town on them… oh my… what was that glow on their skin? I tore away for a moment, looking up… and was greeted by the back of my own head raising at the same time, in front of me, as the pleasure paused for me, for them, for me again…

By the time I woke up, it was already… 1930? I’d slept through most of the afternoon, it seemed. I sat up, and immediately my eyes fell on the portals again. I blushed, thinking of the dream I’d just had. I placed one hand over my crotch, feeling overexposed, and recoiled when I felt myself completely soaked. My heart was fluttery, I was this wet, and the portals were just there… my hallway was about the right width… “should I?” Was the question I asked myself, only realising that it had been said aloud after the fact. I mustered up the courage, and grabbing the portals, moved over to my hallway. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom along the way, as well as a dildo (the one normal toy I seemed to own), and placed it under my feet once I was where I would do this.

Slowly, I stripped, peeling off my soaked pants, lifting off my hoodie, until I stood there naked, the air frigid against my lustful skin. I picked up the portals, sticking them on the walls, and pushing my hands against the walls of the portal, stretching it until I could have probably crawled through without much resistance, before finally locking their size. I took a deep breath. One small step, pull the other leg through, and my butt was snugly through the portal behind me, poking cutely through the wall in front atop my legs. Bracing myself with my hips against the portal walls, I leaned forward and buried my face into myself. Simultaneously, I let out a small yelp as I felt the same face touch my own butt, warm and soft. I looked up for a moment, before complimenting the me in front.

“Such a cute butt… be good for me…” my voice stretching forward, as the sound reached me from behind, sending a shiver down my eager body.

I took another deep breathe, and started gently licking, lubing myself up for later. It was a struggle to consistently hit the areas that made me feel good, but by the time my tongue had slipped inside of me, I had gotten pretty good at forcing sighs out of myself between dives. I kept going, harder, faster, wetter, more, ohh, ahh, AH! My legs trembled as I came, fluids leaking out of me, my brain only knowing pleasure and the command to keep going that the dopamine rush demanded. That was the first, soon it happened again, and a third time, my brain slowly melting, diving in, forgetting to breathe.

I was wet enough now for the dildo. I reached down, picking up its length, and gently started rubbing its tip against my hole. I had played with myself before, but for some reason, the sensation was just that much stronger. Maybe my brain couldn’t understand it was my own doing to myself. I could barely muster the courage to penetrate myself, but once I did, it slipped in with no resistance at all, sliding deeper, until it was up in my guts. I moaned as the wave of pleasure swept over me, engulfing my thoughts and forcing them all down toward my dripping, needy hole. Before I knew it, the toy was sliding in and out of me, my body moving automatically, understanding its task. For hours, I stayed like that, fucking myself over, and over, harder and deeper, until eventually, my memory faded into a fuzzy mess…

I woke up slumped over the portal edge, with the towel underneath me soaked and my legs dead. I reached for my phone, and saw that about a couple of hours had passed since I had started. How long I had been passed out exactly, I couldn’t tell, just knowing that I had fucked myself unconscious, and might be doing so in the future~

Hello reader! I randomly remembered that portals have some uses, and decided I might write this short story to think of how it might play out. Though, I think portals are best used when there are more people involved than just me… oh well. Hope you enjoyed reading, let me know any ideas of yours, or critique for what I might do better, and see y’all next time! :3

[bookishlyvintage]

Owlcrate prompt 3: Mug & Cozy Vibes

A few days late for their January unboxing challenge, so I just jumped in on day 3. I truly love what they did with the book, and the box as a whole. The green is a vibe!

[invisible-goats]

If I remember rightly, you are a person with a completely reasonable amount of tea.

Since google is mostly interested in telling me who paid to advertise tea with them, do you have any recommendations of where to get good stuff?

hey i'm back below 100 teas!

(i'm going to answer this as if you're uk-based because that is my knowledge base. some do do non-uk delivery but obvs customs is a thing)

LOOSE

Bird and Blend - lots of fun flavours including flavoured matcha. my favs include campfires and vampires, black magic matcha, earl grey creme. best value subscription box by far if you want to just try a bunch of stuff (they also have a selection pack of their matcha). also sell fillable compostable tea bags if you want to take some with you somewhere because hotel tea is often bad

Bruu - also some fun blends. check out their website for a short course about tea varieties. favs include carribbean kiss, grandma's garden, authentic chai

Exchange Coffee - more traditional, great value by weight. favs incude blackcurrant, ftgfop1 darjeeling, jasmine

Hebden Tea - somewhere between exchange and B&B in terms of offering, best place for teaware imo. favs include dragon wing, pu-erh cakes, genmaicha

Whittards - everyone in the UK knows Whittards as The Fancy Tea Place. favs include silver needle, 1886, passionfruit and mango. they also sell teapot warmers

BAGS

Bird and Blend

Whittards

Teapigs - I don't really buy bags these days but these are really good quality supermarket teabags

Yorkshire Tea - a good workaday bag

[coffeereligionshop]

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[mick1976]

Southern Living

This is probably the only magazine subscription that I have. I always look forward to the Thanksgiving edition. This year it seems a little light on the recipes. However, I did see a couple of pies that looked delicious.

I hope your Saturday is good! I’m in my usual spot holding the couch down and drinking coffee. I have Lake Street Dive on the speaker box. They play excellent Saturday morning music!

She just fixed me an good bowl of oatmeal and reminded me that I said I was hitting the gym this morning! I need to learn to keep my mouth shut!