#tea and toast

[thistlepig]

Morning Routine

The mountain is cold in the mornings. The deep layers of stone whisking away the heat from the day and leaving the halls chilled and quiet. It isn't until the great forges are stoked awake in the early mornings that warmth and movement returns to the mountain and the day begins anew.

Bilbo blinks awake and shivers, pulling his toes back under the covers and into the warm cavern of furs that covers himself and Thorin against the cool of the night. Thorin himself, snores in his sleep, one arm wrapped around his consort, pulling Bilbo close.

Yawning, Bilbo braces himself before slipping out from under Thorin's arm and out into the room. He pulls his robe, laid across the bed, off and wraps the fabric around his shoulders. Tying the robe closed, he shuffled over to the large fireplace, lined with black stone. He dug his toes into the plush fur rug on the floor, grateful for the soft texture.

It was the work of a few minutes to set a fire blazing in the hearth. Bilbo nodded happily as a few hot coals started forming under the yellow flames. The gentle light of the fire flickered around the room, already making the space feel cheerier. Picking up the tea-set, filled with water from the night before, he placed it on the hanging swing and pushed it over the fire. Stepping back, he sat in the armchair set before the flames and blinked his way awake.

The water boiled quickly, and Bilbo quickly put together tea to steep in the hot water. While the tea steeped, he worked on toasting a few pieces of bread for breakfast.

Soon, the smell of toasting bread and warm tea and spices filled the room. Steam gently curling from the cups.

Behind him, Bilbo heard Throin stirring, the blankets and furs being pushed back from the bed. Thorin yawned as he pulled on his own robe and walked over to his own chair placed before the fire. Leaning over, he placed a kiss on the top of Bilbo's head.

"Good morning Ghivashel," he murmured into the golden curls below his lips.

"Good morning, Love," Bilbo replied. "Jam or cheese this morning?"

"Hmm..." Thorin thought as he moved to sit in his chair. "Both."

Bilbo chuckled and nodded, placing a bit of cheese on both pieces of toast as they finished over the fire, just enough to warm and met it to the bread a bit. Reaching over, Thorin poured a mug of tea and leaned back to sip at the hot drink.

"I love you," Thorin groaned into the beverage, the warm liquid waking him up as he sipped.

"I love you too," Bilbo grinned, pulling the toast off the heat. He quickly spread jam over the cheese and passed a slice over to Thorin. "Here you are my dear. Eat up, we have a busy today."

Thorin nodded, grimacing a bit. "Don't remind me. Meetings in the morning to discuss taxes, the delegation from the Greenwood this afternoon. Today is going to be miserable."

Bilbo rolled his eyes. "It's just representatives, and I believe it's going to be Legolas today, not his father. And the taxes are just confirming things, not discussing anything new. You'll survive."

"Humph," Thorin grunted around his toast. "If you say so." He sighed as he swallowed. "Still, mornings like this make it worth it."

"I couldn't agree more," Bilbo smiled, biting into his own breakfast. Mornings like this made everything easier.

[basiatlu]

Day 17: Ritual

I did this in 2 1/2 hrs — I’m a smidge proud.

[ghostinthegallery]

NEW CHAPTER GETTING MY TEA GETTING MY TOAST AND SETTLING IN

This is a wonderfully cozy image 😊

[sunnyanddumb98]

ODE TO SOFIA

Sofia sits to my left in the office. It is big, but we crumple. That makes us close, at least in distance.

Sofia likes horror and dresses in full black. Her favorite color is pink, she hates yellow because it’s too bright, too happy, leaves no space for much else.

I really admire her. She is an enthusiast for cooking and reading, collecting figurines, and making perfect gifts: baskets with your favorite character plushie, sewn by hand. She sends you a birthday cake to your new apartment in Japan. She is considerate and remembers everything I say.

Sofia is violent. She tells the truth. Diplomacy exhausts her; she wants more. She is angry at people she has never met. She is happy when someone expresses their rage.

When I think about her, the sound of my sister’s giggles comes to mind, in the backseat of my parents’ car, listening to Mr. Jones by Sui Generis for the first time.

She likes gore and blood, but she rejects the passive violence of societal expectations. Day to day, she fears the real horrors of self-destructive, evasive methods. She is soft and sweet.

She is critical thinking skills, getting kicked out of class for laughing way too hard. The pride of growing up when no one is watching. Learning something basic as a full-grown adult, in a quiet street on a Wednesday morning. all alone.

It is the strength you need to protect your identity. It is showing your new sneakers to everyone. Forehead kisses to say goodbye to your friends. Going shopping in pajamas for fresh morning bread. It is the wonderful thing we find in the dark, hidden away from the horrors of the light and polite.

Catching a complicit smile at a funeral. The catharsis after breaking your favorite vase. Spending your last penny on a mistake. The friendship I form with my paralysis demon. A scared kid ready to attack. A tale, a hug, a cookie, and we both say good nigth.

The moment you are forgiven after screaming. Being loved after being wrong, mistaken. The comprehension only a child has: to cry over the doomed one— the serial killer and the rapist, the goner — not for their imminent death, but for prohibiting themselves a slow day, a warm afternoon in bed, tea, toast, and a good book to read.

[magicianboom]

[what-marsha-eats]

[mxandielios]

Eggs in a basket with striped star toast

[chloesimaginationthings]

The real reason Michael has a British accent in FNAF…

[fullcravings]

Earl Grey Custard French Toast Recipe with Blackberry Jam

[sweetoothgirl]

Hong Kong Style French Toast with Milk Tea Butter

[galacii-gallery]

Pretty sure Shattered might traverse the multiverse in his free time.

Latte belongs to @monster-kind

[foodcravings]

Milk Tea Boba Toast (via Instagram)

[fattributes]

Chai-Spiced French Toast

[violent138]

The Batkids buy food for each other to circumvent having to apologize. Usually it works, with mutual nods or a question about whether [pickle/extra sauce/specificity] was included. And when it fails you best believe the sibling who messed up chases down the other to somehow force the food onto them and extract an apology. I'm talking city wide chases where Red Hood's bazooka-ing pancakes at a sibling (Condiment King tries to get in on it and gets smacked down for his troubles). Robin sends Red Robin crashing into a Red Robin joint because he's sorry. Or Spoiler being taken out of commission when Batgirl accidentally smacks her in the face with a takeout bag to apologize for knocking her out.

[julieterbang]

7ril._1_

[scoutingthetrooper]