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[buffetlicious]

Every year without fail, my sister’s former classmate will deliver a box of mooncakes to our house. This year it’s Jade Signatures Fortune Classic Gift Box (富丽敦福康礼盒) from the award-winning Jade restaurant at The Fullerton Hotel Singapore. Enclosed inside a long red box with flowers and peacocks imprinted, are four pieces of Low Sugar White Lotus Seed Paste with Single Yolk Baked Mooncakes (低糖单黄白莲蓉月饼). Will update this post once I had a chance to eat it.

Finally got the time to try a piece of this Low Sugar White Lotus Seed Paste with Single Yolk Baked Mooncakes (低糖单黄白莲蓉月饼). Sliced and took out a quarter of the mooncake and the egg yolk is perfectly positioned dead centre. The yolk is glossy but not dripping oil though upon lifting the whole mooncake, the kitchen towel is stained with oil. The lotus seed paste is silky smooth and just sweet enough which is what my family desired.

Last image from Jade Restaurant (The Fullerton Hotel Singapore).

[keerysfreckles]

lando not being able to be with reader!bestfriend during her birthday because its right after a race weekend and hes got media commitments. so when he gets back he surprises her by throwing her a second birthday party for just the two of them and she just gets all mushy and sappy and all she wants to do is hug him all night -🍒anon

happier — LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: just a bit rushed :/

a/n: i. love. lando. so. bad.

masterlist !

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y/n knew how much dedication it took to be in formula one. she knew when kando signed his first contract with mclaren that his schedule would be packed week to week. so the girl felt selfish for wanting her best friend to be home for her birthday.

she called him that morning, unsure of the time since he was almost always in a different time zone than her.

"i'll try and be there next week, i promise," he rushed out before hanging up.

y/n let her day go on normally, but her mind would often wander to the curly headed brunette. three of her closest friends surprised her with a birthday dinner, insusting that no one should be alone on their birthday.

they got her a miniature cake, with two bright pink candles, and there were probably a hundred different pictures of y/n wearing the hot pink birthday tiara somewhere in one of her friend's phone.

once again, as she and her friends were enjoying the cake, she couldn't help but want lando there beside her.

she hugged her friends goodbye, and started cleaning up. she threw paper plates, wrapping paper and confetti away.

y/n sighed, while placing the ridiculous birthday tiara down on her living room table. she was aware of it being a busy weekend for lando, considering he was in singapore for a race. so calling him was out of the question.

she debated on texting him, asking how the weekend was going, but refrained.

the birthday girl turned off her living room light, before humming the birthday tune her friends sang to her moments ago, as she made her way down the hallway towards her bedroom.

the next morning, y/n was woken up by her front door closing (quite loudly she might add). at seven in the morning, she wasn't sure if her brain was comprehending anything. so she wasn't sure if it was real, or just her mind playing tricks.

she chose the ladder as she rolled over to face the opposite way.

four and a half minutes later she heard the door open and close again.

not a coincidence, she thought. certainly a burglar wouldn't close the door so loudly, so y/n threw her blanket off before opening her bedroom door. she was met with an empty hallway, only provoking her curiosity.

her sock covered feet tred through the hallway, not entirely sure what she'd meet on the other end.

she turned the corner carefully, and her eyes widened at the scene in front of her.

lando norris was in front of her. there was a decently wrapped present in his hands, and the same birthday tiara from last night still on the table. she looked around the room, noticing the few streamers taped to the walls.

"lando!" she can't help but laugh in shock.

"happy birthday y/n!" lando holds his arms open, after filling her apartment with the sound of an obnoxious party blower.

"what are you doing here?" she asks while running into his arms.

he's quick to hold her against him, spinning her in two circles. "i hoped on the first flight i could as soon as the last media conference was done," he spoke into her neck, his smile never leaving his face.

after a few minutes — yes a few minutes, y/n did not want to let go of the brit — the pair now sat on the couch. lando handed the gift to the day-late birthday girl before putting the pink tiara on her head.

y/n laughed as she peeled back the wrapping paper, revealing two new pieces of mclaren merchandise to add to her collection.

"of course," she laughs again, holding up the shirt with lando's number on the back.

the other item in the box is a light pink mclaren hat. y/n simply puts it on her best friend's head, with him adjusting it as soon as her hands leave the material.

"thank you lan," y/n's eyes are filled with adoration as she looks at the boy in front of her.

"i could never miss your birthday," his warm smile appears on his face once more.

"technically you were a day late," y/n jokes.

"i'm here now aren't i?" lando playfully states. y/n leans forward to press a kiss on his cheek, a motion both have grown accustomed to over the years.

[random0lover]

Hi! I was wondering if u can write how simon ghost riley reacts to if u want to fem!reader being all dolled up for an event or sumn. you imagine the rest 😭😭😭😭😭. love ur writing btw 🙏

A Day for First’s and Adding a Second

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x wife fem!reader

Summary: It’s your and Simon’s son’s kindergarten graduation so you have to dress nicely and Simon loves it. Also a little surprise at the end.

Word Count: 1,686

Warnings: slightly NSFW (grinding while fully clothed) so 18+, established relationship, fluff at the end, reader is called love once, Simon being all hot and bothered, Price is your dad 🫣, pregnancy mentioned towards the end, is fem!reader and should be POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡

Notes: This is my first Simon fic and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. Part of me adores it and the other thinks it’s trash, either way I wanted to respond to this request as it’s so sweet and the idea is adorable. I hope I was able to do your request justice my love! Also flashback are in italics.

You don’t often dress fancy but today your and Simon’s son was going to be graduating kindergarten. He goes to a private school at the moment so there were certain expectations and dress codes that you had to follow whether you wanted to or not.

The kids were all to wear navy blues and the parents were all to wear white or black. Everyone dressing formally.

You were currently getting ready in yours and Simons shared bathroom while Simon was helping your son finish getting ready.

You decided pretty quickly that while you would’ve loved to wear a white dress, being around children for up to three hours did not go well with the color white.

So you went with a black dress that reached right above your knees with loose sleeves that went down your arms to help make sure that you wouldn’t be cold with a neckline that was set right above your chest. The dress wasn’t to form fitting so that you would be able to sit for an hour or two without being uncomfortable or feeling constricted.

You were just finishing up your preferred makeup look when there was a light tap at the bathroom door.

You call out a small come in but start digging through the jewelry box on the counter that Simon had slowly been filling up over the years that you had been together no matter how much you protested against it.

You heard the door click open but didn’t hear Simon come in but you could feel his presence there, you always could.

“Hey Si, which necklace do you think I should wear?” You’re holding a necklace in each hand. The one in your right hand was the first necklace he had ever gotten you for your 6 month anniversary. It had two pear-shaped diamonds at the center surrounded by round-cut diamonds on a sterling silver chain.

The one in your left was a necklace that had been passed down through your family line and not too long ago your dad gifted it to you as a birthday present. It has 20 round shaped diamonds and in the center sits an oval shaped diamond with a white gold setting on a Singapore chain.

You usually didn’t have a hard time choosing a piece of jewelry but today you were slightly conflicted and his silence wasn’t helping.

You finally look up from the jewelry in your hand to look into the mirror and find Simon leaning against the bathroom door frame in an all black suit with gloves to match. He usually wears a black face mask out in public but he doesn’t have it on yet leaving it off until you were all ready to leave.

You feel his gaze slide along your body leaving a hot trail in its wake and you patiently wait until his eyes connect with yours in the mirror. Once they do you can’t help the sharp breath that escapes your mouth from the intense look he is holding in his dark brown hues.

A hum starts in your core when he steps towards you in three large steps and slightly leans his weight into you causing you to lean over the counter slightly.

You squeeze your eyes shut relishing in the heat surrounding you. Your lips part in a silent gasp when he slides his hand down your spine leaving it to settle on your hip and in the same moment runs his mouth along the arch of your neck and up to your ear.

“If we didn’t have somewhere to be I would take my time ravishing you against this sink.” His deep voice wraps around your body making goosebumps trail the lengths of your arms.

The impact of his words on your hazy brain makes you grind back against him, he lets out a small groan and rocks his hips into you while tightening his grip on your hip and pulling you back against him causing the perfect amount of friction.

You’re both lost in the moment trying to keep your moans and his grunts as quiet as possible so that your son didn’t hear.

Your body is getting hotter the longer you both claw at each other. It has been too long since the last time you’ve had the chance to feel each other's skin without being interrupted. You can tell that he’s getting close from the way his breath is puffing at your ear and he’s pulling you into him harder and harder, almost lifting your feet up off the ground.

Your ears are starting to ring from the pleasure and the rope in your stomach that is pulling taut when you hear little feet running across the house combined with giggling when you yank yourself away from Simon and open your eyes for the first time since this whole ordeal started.

You're busy trying to fix your dress and Simon is adjusting the bugle in his slacks when you hear the running stop outside yours and Simon's shared room before picking up again and the giggling sounding farther away.

He’s staring at you again when you look up at him making the fire in your body that was slowly sizzling out to start up again.

“The one your dad gave you.” You look at him confused for a moment and he smirks lightly, “the necklace.”

You look over at the two necklaces that had been carelessly tossed onto the counter during your moment. You pick up the necklace he said and offer it to him while moving your hair out of the way making your neck available for him.

You face the mirror and once he’s behind you you look into his eyes in the mirror, “Speaking of my dad,” you let out a sigh,”he offered to babysit tonight.”

He pauses mid wrapping the chain around your neck, his eyebrows lifting, “Price actually offered to watch him?”

You roll your eyes, “How many years have we been together and how old is our son now? I’m pretty sure my dad being mad at you is gone by now.”

He latches the necklace and slides his hand around you to grip your chin making sure your eyes stay connected in the mirror, “I don’t know,” he moves his mouth right up against your ear making you shiver, “I can still hear how mad he was when he found out his lieutenant was doing more than helping his captain's daughter move into her new flat.”

You sigh, mind flashing back to the day that all the tension between you and Simon finally snapped.

You had found a flat to finally move into and your dad was supposed to help you but something came up at work that was a bit more important so he sent over a man he knew he could rely on. What he didn’t know is that you and Simon had been fighting the urge to give into one another and you two being alone all day? It was bound to happen.

Price had walked in when Simon was helping you put the last of the furniture in which was your couch. You weren’t in a compromising position or anything but your neck was littered with love bites. You had a glow to you that you didn’t have that morning when you saw Price, and you were wearing Simon’s shirt leaving him with just a black wife beater on.

The man flew into a rage slamming his fist into Simon's face and a shocked Soap was left gawking until he kicked into gear yanking his captain up off of his lieutenant which was not an easy feat.

Simon didn’t fight back one bit as he knew that this was the reaction he was going to get. The captain had made one rule with his team, “Don’t touch my fucking daughter.”

It took months for your dad to even be okay with seeing you together at all. He could see how in love with each other you were and so the day Simon asked for his blessing he of course said yes.

You're pulled out of your thoughts from Simon sighing into your neck and gently kissing a sensitive spot. “Was thinking we could maybe make your favorite dinner and watch a movie?”

He nods, stepping away from you, “sounds good to me love.”

You give him a smirk in the mirror, “I also have a surprise for you.”

His eyes glide over you again focusing on how the dress hugs you in all the right places, “oh really? I’m going to hold you to that so no getting all cuddled up in my lap and falling asleep early.”

You know he’s teasing so you snort and roll your eyes before shooing him out of the bathroom trying to keep a knowing smile hidden, “I’m almost ready so why don’t you go get our little energy ball in his car seat.”

He gives you a quick kiss before walking out of the room and you hear him calling for your son. You listen for a moment to make sure he won’t be coming back and once you're sure you pull out a little key to unlock a part of the jewelry box.

You dig your hand into the open drawer and pull out a light blue rectangle box with a pink ribbon tied around it. Inside the box were three positive pregnancy tests. You wanted to be sure and didn’t want to get your hopes up so you wanted to take more than one.

You were so excited to tell him about the pregnancy as a few weeks ago he came to you asking if you would ever want another baby. You were hoping for a little girl this time around, the perfect addition to your family of three. Adding a second bundle of joy to your lives.

You hear Simon calling into the house for you and you yell back that you were coming. You put the little box back into the drawer and grab your purse and leave the room thinking about how your life is so different than what you thought it would be and honestly you couldn’t be happier.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you liked this little fic! I wasn’t sure how to go about the ending so personally don’t know how to feel about it and would love some feed back. Anyways I hope you all have amazing days <3

Requests are open! I can not promise when or if I will write them but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them a little bit easier to write but it’s not required. Thanks for reading my darlings ♡

[disneyprincemuke]

you make everyday feel like it's christmas

alternatively: logan is weirdly great at giving presents

in which logan surprises her in the morning with a throughtful second present

(series masterlist)

"merry christmas," is the first thing she hears when she opens her eyes. completely blinded by the sun shining into the bedroom oscar had prepared for them, she closes them immediately and turns to nuzzle her face into logan's bare arm.

"merry christmas," she manages to say, wrapping her arms around logan's arm. "good morning."

"are you awake?"

"yeah, i'm answering you."

"you wished me merry christmas an hour ago while you were asleep," logan grins, turning his body to throw his arms and legs around her body. "i bet you don't even remember that happening."

"you're right, actually. i'm sorry. i think the eggnog really got to me," she sighs, moving her face away from logan's shoulder. she lifts her head and grins, slowly opening her eyes. "good morning, my love."

"good morning!" he beams, leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of her nose. "when you're ready, i've got a present for you."

her eyes widen, lips quickly spreading into the biggest smile. "a present? i thought we already exchanged presents last night? oh, the eggnogs were pretty strong, i guess. i didn't even realise."

"we did." he picks at her hair slowly, pushing it behind her ear as he massages her head softly. "i've got another one for you. i was supposed to get you one gift-"

"yes, like we agreed on last christmas."

"yes," logan nods firmly, "like we agreed on. but, i really had to get you another one. you'll love it."

"babe, you say that every year," she whines, hands chasing for him as he tries to untangle himself from her grasp. "i do always end up loving it, sure, but we agreed no surprise gifts this year!"

"i do like spoiling you," logan answers simply, hunched over in the corner of the guest bedroom while he digs into his suitcase. "i would have given it to you last night, but oscar never would have let me live it down."

"logan, if you actually bit into my joke of giving me nude pictures in polaroid form, i might just book a flight back to the uk early."

"no, it's not that!" logan gasps, furrowing his eyebrows. "it's christmas - not your birthday!"

"logan!"

"okay, shut up," logan giggles, jogging back over to the bed with his hands behind his back. he hops onto the middle of the bed, sitting on his feet as he knelt in front of her.

she sits up slightly, pulling the blankets over her shoulder. "okay, what is it?"

"i've had it stored in my closet forever," he giggles, shuddering ever so slightly as he contains his excitement. "by forever, i mean since december started."

"how? i put clothes in your closet."

"my shoe box."

"your shoe box?"

"yeah, you don't really touch my shoe box often," logan stares at her blankly, hands still behind his back to keep the present from her prying eyes. "right. anyway."

"okay," she smiles, eyes glistening in curiosity. "anyway?"

"right. so you scored your first podium in formula 1 this year, right? in singapore and you were up there with carlos and lando and everything," logan grins, recounting the exciting weekend as if it had happened to him personally. "it took me a lot of convincing seb and your principal to get this."

"i don't suppose you have an entire tyre behind your back, do you?" she laughs, throwing her head back.

"no," logan says monotonously, tilting his head. "but you're close."

"what?"

"i," logan cuts himself off, rolling his eyes sheepishly and giggling softly. "it's kinda stupid. seb had to convince your team principal to let me have these, and i had to make a powerpoint - it was a whole thing."

"mind getting me where your mind's at, babe?" she smiles slightly, a hand reaching out to rub his arm for comfort.

"it's a little silly," he waves her concerns off with a lopsided grin on his face. he moves his arms to rest on his thighs, presenting her with a small box. "it's a lucky charm bracelet."

"a bracelet?"

"yeah. of every single time you made history this year," logan grins, slowly handing her the box. "basically, seb and i begged your team for a teenie-tiny amount of tyre residue after you'd cross the line. then ciara and i found someone to preserve them and carve them into the track layout."

she opens the box, and logan did not lie. a silver bracelet sits in the black velvet box, charms hanging off in the shape of tracks like australia and singapore. "oh?"

"and then we can add more every single time you change history in the sport," logan smiles sweetly, craning his neck to stare at his gift with her. "do you like it?"

"like it?" she coos, slowly taking the bracelet into her hands. it feels so delicate, almost like she doesn't even want to wear it in fear of potentially losing or damaging it beyond repair. "logan, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone's ever gotten me. i love it."

"seriously? i thought it was a bit corny," logan presses his lips together as his cheeks turn a deep shade of red. "and kinda gross - it's tire residue mixed with gravel and heat and- well, you know."

"logan, i love it," she smiles, tracing the charms with her nail. "this is so sweet. suddenly, the custom shoes i'd gotten you didn't seem so special and thoughtful. thank you so much. i wish i could get you something as significant as this."

he frowns, squeezing her cheeks. "i got you this because you deserve it. thank you for letting me be a part of everything you're changing with the sport."

"thank you, seriously. i love you," she cries, frowning when logan takes it from her hands. she tears up as logan fastens it around her wrist gently, adjusting it for her. "i'm scared. what if this gets lost?"

"blythe thought you might say that." he wipes her tear-stained cheek as he presses a kiss to her forehead. "i've got an extra of the entire thing back in the uk. so, don't even worry about it."

she blinks blankly, looking up at him before glancing down at her wrist once more. she looks back up at him. "this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"what can i say? you deserve the best," logan shrugs, dimples showing before his smile. "the world, even. i love you."

she wraps an arm around the back of his neck, pulling him down to her as she catches his lips into hers. she sighs against his lips, slowly dropping herself back into bed while pulling logan down with her. he has a hand on her back, supporting her weight while she lowers, inching up to adjust to where her lips are.

"we don't have to be ready for brunch for another," she pulls away, reaching over to the bedside table to tap on her phone, "30 minutes. stay in bed a while?"

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[ugh-yoongi]

HOBI REQUESTS YAY! okay so at first i was thinking it might be hobi's birthday and he stays late at the studio regardless of the day and comes home to reader all tired and drained, but then reader has such a sweet surprise for him when he gets there (whether it be a cake, flowers, balloons, etc.) and it just seems like he can breathe again without the weight of his work on his chest, even if it's just for that night, he can fall asleep with no problem.

OR, considering it's in the name of jess' birthday, it could be reversed? reader's birthday and hobi has the sweet surprise instead? i don't have an idea of what specifically would be demanding so much of reader's attention, but coming home to hobi with his pretty smile on such a day seems like something so beautiful.

that's all i could muster up as of now, 🙃 if you chose to, feel free to play around with it until it's something you are comfortable with! <3

thank you so much for the request! i went with the first one and i hope you enjoy it! <3

(side note: i banged this out in one sitting so i'm tentatively optimistic that my writer's block is cured. we'll see. thank you all for your patience and not showing up in my ask box with pitchforks.)

ataraxia

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: est. relationship au; fluff, a tiny bit of angst warnings: hobi's kind of going through it so there are allusions to poor mental health, otherwise this is mostly fluff. just being there for your person when they're having a tough time. no gendered pronouns used. unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1k listen to: novo amor - anchor

Hoseok had heard once that babies born in the winter are stronger.

Something about mothers being able to absorb more vitamin D during the summer months.

As he collapses onto the floor of his studio, sweat and exhaustion blurring his vision, he thinks those people are full of shit. What has being born in winter gotten him besides muscle cramps and seasonal depression? Because he’s also at a higher risk for that, which those people lauding his athleticism tend to leave off of the discussion.

He sighs. He’s twenty-nine now, and there’s something truly haunting about the inevitability of time. Can’t slow it down, can’t make it go faster; he just has to sit here and take it. Next year he’ll be thirty, thirty-one the year after that, and on and on it’ll go for the rest of his life.

All he has are these little joys: the squeak of his new sneakers on the studio floor, the kids in his class finally nailing their routine, those peach iced teas he likes being buy one get one free this week at the convenience store next door. He has you, too, but you were smart and traded in your two-cent dreams for the corporate world and now you’re spending his birthday on a business trip to Singapore.

Yoongi would call him an asshole for that, probably. He has friends. Friends who want to see him, buy him a drink and give him gifts, and he appreciates the effort, he does, he’s just… tired. Fatigue has seeped into all of his bones and left him nothing more than a husk of a person. It’s been months of this same unending grind, and he’s running out of self to give.

At least Singapore is warm this time of year. In Seoul, beyond the frosted windows of his studio, there’s nothing but gray-brown slush and a patch of black ice he can’t melt no matter how much he salts it.

“Fuck this,” he mutters.

It’s nearing nine o’clock. He needs to get home; needs to eat something and drag himself into a hot shower before he crawls into bed and spends the entire weekend there. Needs to reply to all the texts on his phone wishing him a happy birthday. Needs to tactfully and politely turn down all the invitations. Needs to post some bubbly, colorful message on social media thanking everyone for the well-wishes and attach a photo from a few weeks ago because he hasn’t been smiling much lately.

First, though, he needs to get off the floor.

He usually likes his walk home. Likes pressing his face to the glass to look at all the window displays when he’s not in the mood to shop. Likes seeing other people go about their days, live their lives. Likes looking at all the ways the city reflects sunlight and fades to husky gold. Likes walking under the cherry blossoms in the spring; likes it even more when a few petals stick to his shoulders and you laugh and brush them off as soon as he comes through the door.

It’s hard to get off the floor when none of that is out there.

But he does it anyway, because maybe he has a bit of that winter strength. He packs up his stuff and sits at the bus stop, counts his exhales as they materialize in front of him, thankful for the heavy coat you’d bought for him a few years ago, now well-worn and no longer itchy. He sits at the back by himself and sends half-assed replies to all of those texts. Scrolls back to stare at the photo you’d sent him this morning—fresh from sleep and barefaced, lips pursed together in a kiss, thumb and pointer fingers together in a heart.

Slush sticks to his shoes as he ducks inside the building. Nearly trips climbing up the stairs, because the two of you live on the fourth floor and it feels too lazy to take the elevator, even when his muscles are screaming from a long day at the dance studio. But it keeps him moving. Keeps him upright and functional when all he wants to do is rot away.

His shoes are dry by the time he reaches the door, soaked into the carpet lining the hallway. His hands still bear the cold—red and unsteady, it takes him a few tries to punch in the code. Gets it wrong twice, and he takes a second to just… stand there, head resting against the door, feeling the weight of the world come down on him.

He’s not sure what he thought twenty-nine would be like, but surely it wasn’t this.

And maybe if he wasn’t feeling so low, he would’ve noticed. Your keys in the bowl by the door, your shoes in the rack. The light on in the kitchen. The smell of the miyeokguk simmering on the stove. The sound of your footsteps as you meet him where he stands, shoulders slumped, eyes brimming with tears and exhaustion.

“Hob-ah?”

There are hands on his face. Soft, he thinks. They’re touching him so softly, treating him just as delicately as he feels. He leans into it; recognizes the perfume stuck to the wrist. Knows it smells like home and an aching he can never seem to put a name to, and you don’t hesitate to wrap him tightly in your arms.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says, words waterlogged and hesitant as he speaks them into the crook of your neck. Nothing feels real, and he doesn’t trust himself to open his eyes.

You tangle your hands in his hair. Scratch lightly against his scalp. “I got an early flight home. Got back this afternoon.” This is where someone else would ask if he’s okay, try to pry apart his ribcage and look at all the ugly parts, but you don’t. There’s just a small intake of breath and the reluctance to let him go. “The miyeokguk is almost ready,” you say instead. “Do you want to take a shower while I get everything ready?”

Hoseok is reluctant to let go, too, but he’s at his best when he has a task. Needs something to accomplish, something to check off on his imaginary to-do list, so he nods. Pulls away and immediately misses your warmth. Takes your face in his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. Thank you, it says. I needed you here.

You already know, though. You always do.

[mrs-lockley]

WIP Wednesday

I haven't done this in a while and my goal is to finish Part 2 of Reach for the Moon by the end of this month. Hoping this will keep me accountable and motivated!

Tagging (just so you can read, you don't have to participate if you don't want to): @soft-girl-musings @writefightandflightclub @musing-magpie @venting402 @marc-spectorr

Pairing: (Platonic) Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Unrequited) Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Slow Burn, Romantic) Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader

“I don’t think I’ve seen this set before,” Steven mused as you placed the kettle back onto the stove. “When did you get this?”

Heat licked at your cheeks, your heart pounding as you looked down at the cup. The warmth of the tea burned your fingers slightly as you held the teacup in your hands, and if you pulled away, you wondered if the flowers burned onto your skin like a brand that would never heal.

“Marc got it for me for my birthday before I went to Singapore,” you answered quietly, your voice low. “I don’t remember where he got it, but he said he knew someone who knew where to find tea sets.”

A dull ache grew in the depths of your chest as you remembered your last birthday before you left for Singapore. Your parents took you out of town to celebrate the Friday before your birthday, and that weekend, your mother cooked your favorite noodles (“for long life,” she would always say) and your father commissioned one of his coworkers to bake a special cake for you. You celebrated one day with your family, and another with your old childhood and college friends. It was a wonderful sendoff before your departure, but you could not help but feel nostalgic at the memory. 

One day, you lamented to Marc how much you wanted a matching tea set. A few times you traveled with your parents as a teenager to Singapore where you admired your aunt’s tea sets that she displayed in their china cabinet. You remembered how much your mother pestered your father to buy any matching dinnerware whenever there was a sale at her favorite department store, especially when there were tea sets. While your family did not have much when they immigrated to the United States, your mother would tell you that her parents collected china and other sets as family heirlooms. She wished she could have taken it with her to New York, and you wanted to help her create a collection here. 

A few days before your birthday, Marc dropped by your place with a gift box wrapped beautifully with a blue bow on top. Your parents were in the kitchen eavesdropping as you opened the gift on the living room floor with Marc at your side. 

“Marc, it’s beautiful,” you told him. You held the ceramic delicately in your hands, sighing in awe as you turned it over. The blue floral design was nostalgic and intricate. “They look just like the ones that my aunt and uncle have back home.”

He smiled gently at you, his arms warm as you hugged him. “I’m glad you liked it. Happy birthday, kid.”

[heartofarasaka]

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[9w1ft]

Hi 9w! I love your tea updates and was wondering, where do you acquire such a vast array of tea flavors?? are there any sampler packs you'd recommend? do you have a favorite brand and/or kind of tea? apologies if any of these Qs have been asked before! I usually only drink black english breakfast tea, and I'm fascinated by all the flavors you mention that I've never heard of before :)

hi!!

so yes i usually buy sampler packs, and look for new tea when i travel! sometimes hotels will have teabags at the breakfast buffet for example. it’s that and a combination with a lot of my friends and colleagues at work giving tea packets as gifts when they come back from vacation or business. like, buying a box and splitting up the bags between friends. a cost effective way to gift!

idk if it’s a cultural thing (most of my colleagues are either from japan, china, or singapore) or something specific to my workplace, but we always do it! it’s a fun thing to do during the holidays, get all your friends to buy a small box of tea bags and then all get together and swap them ☺️

also, i guess, tea is quite popular in japan so you can find a big variety at most grocery stores.. and there are many tea houses that have cafe’s. also there are always several types of tea in each vending machine you’d find in public.

the only consistent brands i buy from is Ladurée (because it’s fun to pretend to be ultra wealthy 😆😆 i love their Marie Antoinette tea), and this brand of tea local to japan (i think) called Mlesna. they have such fun flavors and pretty boxes. oh and this tea brand made for gifting called Karel Čapek, i love the little illustrations 😌 tea is a very aesthetic experience for me. i need a pretty moment each day.

i’m not sure the country you are in but i recommend looking at the tea and coffee corner of any store nearby you, or looking to see if there is any store that sells tea leaves! if tea isn’t big where you are, you might be able to collect flavored instant coffee packets. that’s kinda fun to do too!

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Sorry for the late response! I've been very busy at work recently (I've got a medical service page to write... and paperwork to prepare for the surgery protocol inspection... I can't believe it's been 1 and a half years already...) 😅

I can't believe people want to know more about my pet isopod that literally death glared at me for standing too close to one of his females 🤣

To avoid flooding anyone's feed with my answers, I'll just answer all the asks in 1 post

1. Is Urizen a Porcellio Scaber?

No, he's not a Porcellio Scaber, he's a Porcellio Magnificus. His orange colour isn't a morph, it's like the natural colour of his species

2. How do you know Urizen is a boy?

The males have way longer tails and are much larger than the females

3. Where can I buy this?

I live in Singapore and got him as a gift in exchange for an art commission. If you're not from Singapore, I'm not sure where you can buy Porcellio Magnificus isopods 😅

Try asking around on reddit! Maybe there's a local breeder near where you live!

4. He's huge! How did you get him to grow so big? What did you feed him?

I don't know tbh... he kinda grew on his own...

^ the measuring tape is slightly hovering above him cos I can't get too close to him without him trying to bite the tape 😅

He's roughly 4.1 cm now. The other males are all 3 to 3.5 cm max... his large size actually caused problems cos he's hyper aggressive... and no one can fight back cos he easily over powers the other males 😥

I kept him in a colony that lived in a large tank with many hides, but Urizen actively walked around the tank to hunt down other males... last month he succeeded in wounding and killing another male 😥

So I separated him from the colony. He lives in a smaller container now with 2 females. I call it his "nest box". He's waaay happier and chill now that he has his own territory with his own females

[mahikamihan]

Alamat "ILY ILY" is beautiful

hi, I'm just gonna write something quick to process my thoughts and analysis bc this MV and the song is so good and dense with message.

For some vague contexts, OFWs or overseas filipino workers, are often heralded as “Bagong Bayani” (trans. the new heroes)  as they bring in millions of pesos every year to help with expenses and living costs back home. As of Nov 8 2022, $1 (US dollar) = roughly Php 58 (Philippine peso). I’m not sure how it’s changed over the years, but in 2010-14, at least for me, Php 50 can buy you an entire lunch meal in school.

ILY ILY is a multi-genre song by Alamat with the melody originally from a Hiligaynon folk lullaby "Ili Ili tulog Anay". I believe the song itself talks a lot about the sacrifices OFW parents make for the financial security and comfort of their children back in the motherland (Philippines). And the subsequent emotional consequences and psychological effects these have on the family. The irony of ILY ILY also doubles as "i love you, i love you" is not lost on me.

Starting off strong! "Ano ba?? Ganyan ka na lang pala!" -very common scolding terms, especially from a older guardian or parental figures.

"Hindi ka ba nag-iisip na may naghihirap doon..." - kind of guilt-tripping the child for crying, being angry, or generally just not feeling happy by bringing up their working parents (likely OFWs) and their sacrifices; generally an unhealthy way of soothing someone's frustrations over neglect or dissatisfaction.

I love how money comes out of the cake. Usually another way to soothe their children, is by bringing in more money, for more comfort. But that doesn't phase Lyca (the female singer).

presents for the children... again, to make up for not being their for their birthday or whatever missed celebrations (especially during formative years of their childhood)

I'm trying to figure out which specific Filipino festival this is refering to. I know a few filo street festivals that reenact the Passion of Christ (ex. Sinulog, Moriones, Salibatbat, etc.) which sometimes includes self-whipping, which the crown, candles, and ropes here are symbolizing.

The lyrics are so on point,

Gabi-gabi at umaga (every night, and every day) Pangungulila ang dama (feeling bereaved, "ulila"="orphan", which is on theme) Hihintayin ang araw na (waiting for the day) Tayo'y magsasama-sama ([where] we all get together)

This is supposed to remind you of the sacrifices people make for love.

^^^Can someone tell me what these are referencing? I feel like this is supposed to be something from a filipino film or something similar, but I'm blanking on where it might be.

I love the direct parallel of the filipino kid having a yaya (maid/ domestic helper) back home while the parent is the housekeeper in a different country. Just *chefs kiss* GENIUS!!🤌🤌

the lyrics shows how much the child/children cares about their parents. in the midst of happiness and abundance around Lyca, she can't help but miss her mom and dad.

Island Maid - from a quick online search, it's a domestic helper agency in Singapore. Upon looking into their website, they hire Filipino workers trained under Technical Education and Skills Development Authority (TESDA). Beside R-Ji is a balikbayan box, large cardbord boxes used to deliver souvenirs, gifts, clothes, furniture, and other things back to the country.

The lyrics now talk about how the child (R-Ji) aspires one day to be the one to work so they can bring their parents back home. (And, in a way, isn't that a tragic cycle of poverty and capitalism? Parents have to work away to bring money and food home, and the child has to work in order to bring their parents back home.)

Very powerful imagery. The waste, the anger, the sadness, the loneliness, while surrounded by presents, money, comfort.

Sacrifices, all in the name of family and love.

I love this part. From what I've gathered, in here, Taneo talks (in Ilokano) to the tone of an eldest sibling, about how he's going to take care [of you] for now. The lyrics shift the emotional burden of parenting to a fellow child, with the parents abroad and likely, unavailable. He throws paper airplanes made of paper money out the window while an airplane (parents?) flies in the back. Lost childhood maybe?

Another strong imagery. Money in a kaldero (used to cook food, usually rice, stew, and other filipino cuisine) while everyone is situated in a Boodle Fight (eating tradition where food is served on top of banana leaves).

"they've been gone too long so I'll be your Dad and Mom for now", again referencing about the physical and emotional unavailability of parents that older siblings or family members have to take on to fill that gap.

"'Nang, 'tang, muli na kayu" (Mom, dad, please go home)

At the emotional crux of the song, the lines said over the "telephone" sound is so poignant. They need their parents to go home. But instead...

...All they got were more Balikbayan boxes.

...and all they can do is fight over who gets them. Empty boxes. empty gifts of love. God, I love this song. Stream ILY ILY.

[lydskisses]

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What are the Lightwood-bane children’s favorite Christmas presents they ever received?

Rafe - Those huge colorful stationery boxes with over hundreds of pens and pencils. He got it when he was eight. It was a gigantic box of colorful pens and highlighters and pencils. I had one of those too hehe!

Max - His first Virtual Reality video game. It was Resident Evil 4 (which is his favorite video game).

Minnie - A family trip to universal studios Singapore when she was eight. (i love her gift cost like a million lol)