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What is real organic New Zealand MANUKA Honey? Why is EVERYONE Talking This? And what is it used for?

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[somaligovernment]

The inside of throat after seeing manuka+xabad soda combo for the first time in years

[dr3amfyr-e]

ever protected by the frankincense fumes of her faith, alicent favors jasmine scented bath oil. from the lush gardens of the reach, floral is home — where she takes refuge. jasmine is less offensive and quieter then other florals, and she wears it like a sigil.

consequently, all of her children grown into the same scent pallet.

aegon doesn’t really care. the servants can put whatever oil into his bath that they chose, and he will not protest. jasmine just hasn’t left the warm water since he was a child, bathed in his mothers safety. it mixes with the syrupy sweet smell of grapes and spice, mulled wine, that drips from his tongue when he opens his mouth.

helaena likes the smell of jasmine, it makes her think of her mother — and when her mother was happy. it compliments the earthy scent that sticks to her skin from hours spent in the gardens looking for creatures in the dirt. petrichor and rosemary follow suit, dancing through the smooth strands of her silver hair.

of alicent’s children, aemond is the most fond of the floral scent. jasmine oil flows heartily into the water of his methodical bath. it gives him an obsessively clean scent, mixed with the heavy lye soap he scrubs his skin near raw with.

rhaenyra never favored overly ‘feminine’ scents. if she smelled like dragon and smoke, she was keen to lean into fragrances that covered that. cetalox and amber bear enough ambiguity to cover what she does. the frankincense smoke that sticks in her hair on the worst days revelas more than it covers — a yearning for something lost.

ever his mothers son, jacaerys follows in her amber scented footsteps. warm and heady, sweet spice and patchouli mark his presence. they blend well with the smokey scent he can’t quite scrub from his skin — too much time on dragon back. hair is cherished on dragonstone, and the lavender oil that soaks his curls every fortnight softens the intoxicating fragrance of his being.

cregan is ever bound to the north, the smell of pine trapped in his hair, and under his skin. warm and grounding, cedar wood and vetiver make his embrace even safer, crowing his thick furs with the smell of home.

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viserys — lily, nettle, lavender

otto — oolong, jasmine, mugwort

alicent — frankincense, jasmine, rose

aegon — jasmine, black currant, honey

helaena — jasmine, petrichor, rosemary

aemond — jasmine, lye, leather

gwayne — patchouli, bergamot, satinwood

criston — frankincense, jasmine, allspice

rhaenyra — cetalox, amber, frankincense

jacaerys — amber, patchouli, lavender

lucerys — bergamot, sandalwood, pear

daemon — leather, pepperwood, ambretone

baela — palo santo, pamplewood, amber

rhaena — pamplewood, honeysuckle, blood orange

rhaenys — lemon grass, vetiver, hazelnut

corlys — sandalwood, ammophila, beech

laenor — green patchouli, vanilla, nootka

laena — vanilla, pear, pamplewood

addam — manuka, sandalwood, elderberry

alyn — ammophilia, manuka, sandalwood

cregan — pine, cedar wood, vetiver

alys — elderberry, clay, sage

larys — oakmoss, anise, chamomile

[asidian]

Set breakdown time! Next up: Niko's room.

As before, I've circled the points of interest and numbered them to make them easier to talk about. Cool? Cool. Let's do this!

1: Niko's mom's name! This part is her and Niko's surname. The kanji are 佐々木.

佐 – sa, meaning help or aid

々 – an iteration mark. When you see this, basically it means "exactly what the last one said, one more time." So another sa meaning help or aid

木 – ki, meaning tree

It's really neat that they picked a last name for her that doubles down on her role in the narrative. Just like Niko is there to support and help other characters in whatever way they seem to need, her surname hammers it home by including 佐 not once but twice.

2: Riza (リザ) Niko's mother's given name. Somewhat odd here is that it's written in katakana and not kanji. Without getting sidetracked too much (you can pop over here to read more if you're interested) most Japanese people write their names in kanji.

Katakana seems like a bit of a strange choice here, unless a) Niko for some reason doesn't know the kanji for her own mother's name (weird, given that she's in high school) b) her mother is a foreigner (a possibility; foreigners usually write their names in katakana) c) the set designer/whoever prepped the letters didn't know the appropriate kanji for "Riza" (seems unlikely, given how accurate all the rest of this is) or d) some sort of personal habit. An interesting side note is that her letter to Niko also puts Niko's name in katakana.

3: Cutesy stationery, used for marking your place in a document or book

4: A cute blue purse!

5: Watermelon! Judging by the shiny material and placement near the other bag, I'm going to guess this is another purse

6: Niko's clothes :>

7: Pink luggage

8: Lots of instant noodles

9: A rice cooker

10: Rice vinegar

11: This girl LOVES her some plants

12: Probably food items…? The one on the right looks like it might be a five-pound bag of rice, but I don't recognize the brand

13: Lots of unwashed dishes

14: A toaster oven

15: Chopsticks

16: A cute octopus pillow. I think I saw someone mention that it's from Ikea :>

17: She often leaves dirty dishes sitting on the bedside table

18: A painting of what seems to be a skyscape

19: Brightly colored pillows

20: Metal art in the shape of a moon

21: A decorative window hanging

22: More plants :)

23: Candles

24: Her tv

25: Cute pens with pompoms on the end

26: Regular tape

27: A cute cat statue

28: Marble Pop Ramune, strawberry flavor. Ramune is a type of soda that's a popular festival drink in Japan. It's sealed with a  glass marble and you have to pop the marble down into the little catch basin before you can drink it.

29: Anime wall décor

30: Fruit jelly cups. In Japan, small gelatin based snacks like this are popular. They're tiny, about an inch tall, and you eat them in just one or two bites.

31: Niko's laptop. She has stickers on it

32: Washi tape! It's decorative Japanese tape, often with bright colors and patterns, used for crafting.

33: A lot of cute magnets, including the bunny one, which serves double-duty as a kitchen timer

34: Niko's grocery list. The only thing on here that's here because she wants it is strawberry ice cream. The rest of the items, licorice tea, manuka honey, and Epsom salts, are all natural remedies. She's been trouble-shooting how to get rid of the effects of the sprites. She knows she's sick, but not why

35: Cutesy craft supplies! Sequins, glitter, and pompoms

36: More washi tape!

37: Niko's manga collection. She is that particular brand of organizational mess that does not put her numbered volumes in order. She has made an exception for the series that makes a complete picture when you line them up, though

38: More plants :)

39: Manga posters! Issho is one of the series that she has on her shelf

40: A decorative jar

41: Little metal bird sculptures

42: What seems to be the only framed picture in her room. The angle is wrong to see what the photo is, but it's interesting that they added just one in here. Maybe it's her family…?

[sharkiethrts]

hi! speaking of ur modern sunday…i’d like to request sunday x reader, where reader is absent because they’re sick and sunday just spends the entire day trying not to mope before he visits them. just smth rlly silly where he’s on student council etc having to try to subtly text his s/o.

robin is kind of over him but who cares‼️

prompt: highschool!au reader is sick and responsibility ridden Sunday must ensure that the assembly goes on without a hitch, despite his worries for her.

warning: none.

relationships: modern!sunday x gender neutral!reader (highschool!au)

author’s note: so sorry for the late response! I was eagerly awaiting for the day when I can finally work on this! :) (Two more exams to go, exams should end by Friday. Wish me luck!)

This is also not reread and is posted late at night, so do forgive me for any type of grammatical or spelling mistakes or if the pacing of the story is too rushed!

- Highschool au! Sunday is so obviously the president of the student council

- He is popular among everyone and when it was announced that he was running for president, everyone accepted defeat and simply resorted for vice presidents and secretaries roles instead (the surplus of people that signed up for vice presidents that year were daunting, hoping for a chance to work closely alongside him)

- Prior to his appointment as president (which he was rightfully confident in winning), he had always made sure to spend time with you after school (even going as far as to not sign up to any clubs for the michaelmas term after you jokingly chastised him for ‘prioritising Mrs Burns, TA of the reading club’ instead of you)

- However, post appointment Sunday found it difficult to make compromises like so, much to his chagrin- with the added rewards, the necessary expectations would naturally accompany and hence his dilemma:

- Oh, how the thought of you ailed with a cold squeezes his heart so, his hand itching towards his phone every second

- He’s sure that his composure will fall soon and that it’d only be a matter of time

“Please ensure that the seventh up until the twentieth seats are marked, it’s reserved for the parents visiting today,” Sunday reminds the flushed boy, clearly not used to the responsibility he is expected to conform to and although Sunday attempts to maintain a composed facade throughout, it’d be a lie to say that he isn’t positively frustrated by how incredibly slow he is. Seriously, the drink aisle should clearly be placed inside the auditorium, not outside. It’s summer for goodness sake, by the time the guests arrive, the drinks will be diluted with ice and the honey would have been completely dissipated.

Speaking of honey, perhaps he should consider saving some for you. The Manuka honey booked specially for this occasion is known for doing wonders for your throat. Perhaps he should ask kitchen staff to pack a bottle or two for him? They quite adore him so, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to ask for a favour or two of this size. Interrupting his train of thought, it seems that the incompetent boy couldn’t stand having a supervising eye off him for even a second. Sunday watched in controlled horror as he dropped a tray or two, effectively denting the sides of the perfect sliver.

“Miss Amelie,” Sunday calls, his hand reaching for the back of the boy’s waist, helping him up, “Help him with relocating the treats, we can’t have dented sliver wares front and centre in the room.”

The said girl quickly arrives, her head down and stressed, “I’ll tell him what to do, don’t worry-“

“-I should hope that this predicament ends soon, I do have quite a few appointments to attend to,” Sunday cuts her off coldly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. It’s not uncommon for Sunday to become cold at times, if not outright off putting. With uneducated rumours of his OCD and what not. However, it seems that this doesn’t seem to be one of his tangents, rather, he seems… occupied.

Sunday mulls over the thought of your upset face, further dampening his mood. How incredibly horrible of him, despite his previous talks of marriage with you during your late night calls- he only feels more incompetent and ineligible for the title of husband. He’s not only inattentive but outright unsupportive. What type of boyfriend who asks for your hand in marriage would leave you all alone in your bed fighting a cold alone? His frown deepens and he catches a few of the volunteers flinch due to it, clearly worried that they may have triggered him somehow.

He flashes them a friendly smile, to which he sees them relax slightly to before tending to their duties quickly.

While making haste with the decorations and reading over the script he had prepared for the following speech (god forbid he reads off a script, it’s one his many pet peeves and he is not willing to entertain the thought of slacking off in his chase for perfection), he thinks of your voice when you had greeted him this morning via phone call. Despite your obviously tired disposition, you had taken the initiative to call him to motivate him for the following day, you seem to know him well enough to realise his unending infatuation with your voice (how embarrassing for him but he’s far too touched to care for it for now).

Despite your well wishes and intentions, the phone call left him with more guilt and worries than assurance.

‘I’m fine’, you had insisted, saying that you had managed to snack on cut apples for breakfast.

By the moment Sunday snaps out of his thoughts, he notices a crinkle at the side of the paper where his thumb laid.

He’s not composed at all.

“ Sunday?”

By the time the clock struck ten and the assembly had concluded, Sunday took it upon himself to rent a bike at a nearby bus stop rather than waiting for his driver, hoping to make a quick detour to your house instead (his adoptive father would never have allowed him to do so). He had recognised your address from your first date, where he dropped you off by your neighbour’s house to prevent you from getting teased by your parents (you had insisted and he obliged). Your mother was there to greet him by the door, clearly whiplashed by the sight of a disconcerted, red faced handsome boy standing at her front door. She quickly flashes him a look of familiarity, to which he feels happy at (you must have shown your mother pictures of him, his ears redden at the thought).

He could only hope that you showed her the good ones and that despite your mischievous peculiarity, you’d care enough to help him make a good impression.

“You look much handsome in real life,” Your mother comments when he enters.

Never-mind. You definitely took it upon yourself to show her the worst ones. He could only pray that they don’t include his baby features, where his bangs were chopped short, “I apologise for coming so late, I came as soon as the assembly had finished-“

“- I understand,” Your mother chuckles, “I’m more impressed that a teenage boy would make so much effort to care for a partner with a flu when it’s so close to midnight,” She hands him a glass of warm water, urging him to walk up the stairs to your room, “They’d heal in no time after all.”

He shakes his head decisively, “That’d be an unfitting behaviour for a husband.”

The once vibrant mood turned quiet in no time and realising what he had said, his cheeks flushed a vibrant red and his ears burned incessantly.

Your mother watches him with shell shocked expression, thankfully the glass had been on Sunday’s hand at this point, judging by how her hand had loosened immediately he had blurted the words out, the glass would have been on the floor otherwise. Which would have been unsightly for a first impression.

“SUNDAY!”

He hears your familiar yell, clearly happening upon his arrival and his words.

He had planned to scold you for your misdemeanours (showing your mother terrible pictures of him) but it seems that he had committed a far graver crime than you did: an impromptu proposal at hours so close to midnight.

“… I sincerely apologise. Please pretend you didn’t hear anything.”

Sunday wishes for the concrete floors to eat him alive.

[reality-detective]

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Recipe :

3 tbsps :

• Moringa powder

• Turmeric powder

• Ginger powder

• 1 tsp Ground pepper

• 3-4 tbsp Manuka honey, any honey will work

What are their other benefits : 👇

Moringa🌿 :

- Protecting the liver, treating stomach complaints, treating mood disorders

Turmeric🧡 :

- Improve heart health and prevent against Alzheimer’s and cancer

Ginger💛 :

- Prevent stress and damage to your body’s DNA

Black pepper🖤 :

- May benefit your brain, May have cancer-fighting properties, reduce the risk of many diseases

Honey🍯 :

- Anti-inflammatory, antioxidant and antibacterial agent

- Barbara O'Neill 🤔

[itsseohannbin]

〉Manuka Honey〈

Seungmin Drabble

© itshannjisung, 2024

♡ itsseohannbins masterlist ♡

Genre: Fluff💕 Smut💋

Established Relationship.

Summary: There was nothing you loved more than spa days with your boyfriend, but he seemed to have other ideas in mind.

Pairing: Idol! Kim Seungmin x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Smut. Dry humping. Nipple play. Nipple stimulation. Dirty talk. Soft(ish) Dom Seungmin. Shy reader. Choking. Clitoral stimulation. Unprotected Sex (don't do dis). Multiple orgasms. Reader is referred to as Pup/Puppy. Seungmin calls himself Daddy once. Use of the term Slut (only used once).

Let me know if I missed any!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Enjoy!

"Min, baby, stay still! I’m not even halfway done yet.” you giggled as you reached up to grab ahold of your boyfriend's chin. An adoring smile broke out across Seungmin's face as you forced him to face you again, being careful not to get the golden clay anywhere it wasn’t supposed to be.

“You’re taking too long. It’s already starting to harden on this side,” he complained as he reached up to scratch at his cheek. You smacked his hand away playfully before he could ruin the more than-perfect job you’ve done so far in applying his facemask.

“Do not touch it!” you reminded him for what seemed like the hundredth time since the two of you had started your spa day. “You have to let it dry completely before we wash it off!”

“My face is going to turn to stone by the time you’re done,” he mumbled as he tried to keep still. You were sitting on his lap, your knees resting on each side of his slim waist as you applied his facemask while his hands rested lovingly on your hips.

“Quit being dramatic. It wouldn’t have taken this long if you just sat still and let me apply it.” You let out a sigh as Seungmin pulled his face away from you again, nearly smudging the product all over the fabric of his sweater. 

“It tickles!” he grumbled around a laugh. You were wiping the golden honey substance across his cupid bow slowly and gently, causing a shiver to run down Seungmin’s spine before he twitched. 

You grabbed his chin again, more aggressively this time, and yanked him back to face you once more, your eyebrow raised impatiently.

“Stop. Fidgeting,” you commanded, your voice firm. Seungmin’s big brown eyes stared up into yours, and you were quick to get lost in their depths.

It had been two years since you and Seungmin had begun dating, and you swore, you never failed to melt into a puddle whenever he looked at you the way he was now. Like you were the most important person on the planet; like you were the sun finally peeking through the clouds after a week of rain; like he was lost at sea and you were his Northern Star, always guiding him back home.

You watched as his eyes slightly darkened, a smirk making its way to his lips. His tongue then poked out between that smirk and ran along his bottom lip slowly and seductively. 

“My goodness, Pup, you look so good on top of me,” he whispered as his thumbs dipped beneath the fabric of your (his) t-shirt and traced circles across your hipbones. Instantly, your skin flushed from the heat of his touch, your cheeks growing red and the tips of your ears even redder.

A shy smile made its way onto your face as you bit your lip. Even after all this time, he never failed to make you squirm under his loving gaze or with his dirty words. His smile grew wider as you let out a small, embarrassed laugh and turned to look away from the intense look on his face.

Seungmin then lifted his hand up and grabbed your chin in his hold, much like you had done to him a moment earlier, and turned you back to face him. He was careful not to smudge the still-drying charcoal clay on your face as he leaned in then and gave you a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. His lips were smooth and warm, and you sighed dreamily into his affection.

A couple of seconds later, he pulled away, your chin still in his hold, and he stared up at you with eyes that were now completely glazed over in lust. You could feel him growing hard beneath where you sat, almost perfectly overtop of his crotch.

Seungmin then ever so slightly pressed his hips upwards against you, rubbing his growing boner along the lace fabric of your panties. An involuntary moan left your mouth at the pressure, and Seungmin's smirk returned in full force at your reaction. 

“Look so good on top of me, Puppy. It's driving me wild.” He whispered as his hands then traveled further beneath your clothing, upwards towards your chest. You stilled, staring at him in bliss as he rocked his hips up again and covered your bra-less chest with his big hands. 

With the container of product in one hand, and your fingertips covered in the substance in the other, you couldn't do much else other than allow him to touch you. So you did.

Your mouth partially opened in anticipation as Seungmins' rough, calloused hands moved against your naked breasts, the balls of his palms rubbing deliciously against your hardening nipples as his hips continued to move. He was completely hard now, straining in his sweatpants as he pushed himself against your clothed cunt over and over again. 

“Jesus, Puppy. You make me feel so good,” he groaned quietly as his head then fell to rest against the back of the couch. He rutted his hips against yours continuously, getting lost in the feeling of you soaking his sweats with your essence.

Another string of moans left your mouth as you began to rock yourself against him, loving the pleasure that was building up in your stomach. You leaned down and placed soft kisses against Seungmin's throat, careful not to get your facemask anywhere on his skin. As you did so, you reached your hand out and set the container of product onto the side table and grabbed a tissue to wipe your hands clean, your lips never leaving his skin.

Seungmins fingers lightly traced over your nipples before he pinched both of them between his thumb and pointer fingers, eliciting a curse from your lips.

“Fuck, Seungie,” you groaned at the sensation. Your now-clean hands moved to tangle themselves in his brown locks, allowing you to bring your lips to his and engulf him in a heated kiss. Your hips picked up their movements as you clung to him, desperate to reach the release he was slowly edging you towards. 

One of his hands then fell back to your hip while the other continued to work your hardened bud. His hold on you tightened and he pushed your body further down into him, nearly making the tip of his dick enter you through the fabric of clothing separating your bodies. He moaned and slipped his tongue into your mouth while his hand suddenly dropped from your breast and found purchase directly onto the thin cloth covering your throbbing clit. 

“Fuck.” you cried into his open mouth as he began circling the precious nub with his thumb. You threw your head back as you rode him, crying in absolute pleasure while Seungmin continued his slow assault on your body. He was smiling mischievously up at you now, adoring you in every way possible.

“That feel good, Pup?” he teased before bringing your mouth back to his.

You could only nod as your eyebrows drew together in delight, your eyes closed and mouth hanging open while his movements gradually became quicker, both in his hands and his hips. Seungmin took the opportunity to then lick himself erotically into your mouth, catching your tongue on his in a battle for dominance. Before you knew it, you were cumming hard, soaking your panties and flooding his lap with your juices. 

You barely had the time to come down from your high before Seungmin’s hands were on your hips again, lifting you only high enough off his lap for him to undo his sweats and pull them down to his thighs, his boxers following.

“Shit, I need to be inside you,” he murmured, pulling your panties to the side and running his fingers through your wetness. 

Then, in one, swift motion, he was entering you, stretching you open with his long, slender cock. You let out a cry as he bottomed out immediately, the pleasure and oversensitivity from your orgasm making you feel all the better. 

“Oh my god, Min.” you breathed as you felt him poke and prod at that squishy part deep inside you that always had you begging for more. “You're so deep, I can feel you in my fuckin’ guts.” you cried.

That seemed to egg your boyfriend on, and in the blink of an eye, Seungmin had lifted you from his lap and pinned you down to the couch beneath him, a low growl erupting from his throat. He kicked his pants off and skillfully got your shirt over your head without smearing the hardening clay that still sat on your face. His one leg was then rooted to the rug on the floor, stabilizing him, while the other dug into the cushions, his dick still sitting perfectly inside your wet cunt. 

“Fuck, Pup, you always know just what to say to get me going, don’t you? You filthy little thing.” he doted, staring into your eyes with a look of love so intense it nearly made you cry. His one hand squeezed your waist in a bruising grip, while the other landed delicately along your throat, flexing lightly as he began to rock his hips into you. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Seungmin then fucked you like it was his last day alive. Your legs automatically wrapped themselves around his slender waist, the heels of your feet pushing against the soft skin of his ass to drive him deeper and deeper into you until you felt like he was ripping you in half.

“Fucking Christ, Puppy, you’re taking me so good.” He praised around a moan as he rocked himself against you. You watched in awe as he threw his head back and let out a slow smile, the pleasure slowly spreading up his spine as you clenched around him tighter and tighter. 

“So good for you, Seung. ‘lways so good for you,” you cried, your hands coming up to play with your nipples. You pinched them simultaneously, much like he had done a mere moments before, and cried out in bliss. Seungmin's head then lifted and he watched you play with yourself, causing his grip on your throat to tighten even more. 

“That's it, Pup. Touch yourself for me,” he growled ravenously. “Show me how you pleasure yourself while Daddy is away.”

You pinched your nipples again, your back arching off the bed as Seungmin squeezed your throat tighter and tighter. You were only able to breathe in small, short increments now, the edges of your vision growing hazy, and Seungmin’s movements picked up their pace. His hips rocked into yours so hard your head was continuously smacking against the arm of the couch, but neither one of you cared, too caught up in your own bliss to stop.

“I’m gonna’ fucking cum soon, Puppy,” Seungmin warned, his thrusts faltering as he watched you nearly slip away into unconsciousness. You looked like a goddess beneath him, begging him to fuck you harder, deeper. Your eyes had begun to roll to the back of your head, and only when they closed completely, nearly passing out from the pressure of his fingers around your throat and the pleasure between your legs did he release you.

Air filled your lungs and nostrils like a tsunami, only heightening your pleasure until you were clenching around his cock once more, crying loudly as you came for the second time, him following closely behind.

“That’s my good little slut.” Seungmin moaned as he emptied himself inside you, his cock twitching while he watched your eyes close in bliss. Your breathing was hard and your mind was still foggy from the way he had choked you, and he felt a surge of pride shoot through his system.

 He kept his hips pressed tightly against yours as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the top of your head. He then lowered himself onto his elbows, brushing flyaway hairs from your face. Thankfully, the facemasks had completely hardened by now, so he was able to rest his forehead lovingly against yours without the fear of messing them up.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered, licking into your mouth again. You could feel him already growing hard inside of you, and your only response was to lift your hips and grind against him. 

"'mm love you too." you babbled, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck to hold him close.

“Let’s get washed up then, yeah?” he then asked, tilting his head to the side as he gazed at you. “I wanna’ make you cum again, but this time, all across my fucking tongue.”

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[coldstonedreamery]

What’s in ur bag!

less than zero (perfect short travel read), vanilla Vaseline tin, a handycam, wire headphones, green tea bags, manuka honey packet, marlboro slims, receipts, lavender hand sanitizer, L glutamine lol

[redzie02]

Not Just a Dream m.m.

this is my first time ever posting a fic :) there's not much dialogue in here, i'm experimenting a bit. I haven't proof read but i hope y'all like it!!

summary(974 words): Matt is pining for you but you don't even know he exists.

warnings: none

Manuka honey and lavender. That's what he smelled whenever you were near. He searched for it. Craved it. He smelled it in his dreams. And in his dreams is where he feared you would stay. You ran through his mind at times when he needed comfort and a light in the dark, yet you didn’t even know he existed.

Matt had tried to make his presence known to you by holding the door open to the cafe you loved and visited every weekday at eight in the morning. You would thank him and quickly make your way inside to order your favorite drink. To be honest, Matt wasn’t sure if you’d even taken a second to glance his way. He noticed how swiftly and quietly you moved. Like a ghost. Or a dancer. It was almost like you wanted to go unnoticed, undetected by the world around you, but he noticed. He always did.

Matt would focus on your voice whenever you would give your name to the barista. He’d whisper it to himself, repeating it over and over on his walk to work. Why was he so obsessed with this stranger who hadn’t even taken the time to acknowledge him? It almost pained him to think about the idea of you living your days without him. You were his favorite part of his morning routine. He looked forward to those ten minutes in the cafe when you were standing only a few feet away from him, absentmindedly picking at your nails while waiting for your daily dose of caffeine.

There was something about you he desired, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Maybe it was the scent of your shampoo swimming in the air and into his airways. Maybe it was the way every word that fell from your lips was a melodic resonance that danced in circles around him. Or was it your soft, steady breathing that seemed to reel him back to earth before he suffocated in his billowing thoughts?

And now as you both wait for your coffees, Matt stands a couple feet away- as he usually does- trying to gain the courage to finally strike a conversation with you. Matt knows by the smell of your upcoming coffee order that he doesn’t have much time, so he swallows his nerves and makes his way to you.

You feel something tap at your foot and you look down to find the tip of a cane. Your eyes move up the cane, stopping at the faintly scarred hand firmly holding the black leather grip. Your eyes shot up to meet a pair of red tinted glasses when you heard his voice. “Oh,” Matt laughed, running his free hand through his hair. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to bother. Are you okay?” Of course he meant to, but you didn’t know that yet.

You’ve been to this coffee shop countless times and somehow never exchanged words with anyone besides the baristas. The slight change in your routine made you a little nervous, but you were also glad this beautiful stranger was the cause of it. “Y-yeah I’m good…you’re good. I almost didn't notice.” You smiled at him and he mirrored your expression, adjusting his glasses and holding out his hand.

“I’m Matthew, by the way. I’ve, uh, I think I’ve heard your voice around here a couple of times.” You take his hand in yours, shaking it. You notice he has a strong, calloused grip. You give him your name, still not letting go of his hand.

“That’s actually really impressive. I can’t believe you’ve heard me ordering coffee…” You finally let go of Matt’s hand. He wonders if you miss his warmth as much as he misses yours. You do, he just doesn’t know that yet. “Oh man, I feel so bad! I’m always too caught up in my own mind- I never notice what’s going on around me- I- It’s nice to meet you, Matthew.” You gave him a sheepish look, truly apologetic that you hadn’t ever noticed him before. But that’s not what Matt was focused on.

Matt’s heart jumps a little when you say his name. Matthew. You make his name sound like a song. His new favorite song. He’s never loved his name more than at this moment. Matt tries to suppress the smile begging to spread across his face, but he fails, the crinkles by his eyes making an appearance. You basked in the sight of this moment, taking a mental picture and hoping it doesn’t get lost in the files in your mind.

You and Matt continued talking about everything,- work, friends, hobbies, favorite snacks- eventually taking the conversation outside when you both had your drinks in hand. It almost freaked you out just how easy it was to slip into dialogue with Matt and how comfortable you felt with him. You could’ve known Matt a hell of a lot sooner if you’d just looked around once in a while. You mentally swore at yourself.

“Do you happen to know the time, by any chance?” Matt asked, standing barely a foot from you. When did you two get so close?

You check your watch for the time and swear. “Ah shit, it’s almost nine! I’m thirty minutes late to work. Uhh…I gotta go but it was so incredibly lovely to meet you! We should talk more…see you tomorrow then, Matthew?”

“You know where to find me.” Matt smiled at you and stood as you sped walked a few blocks over to your job. He was also incredibly late for work, but he didn’t care. It was worth it. You were worth it. He had a stupid grin on his face the entire walk to his office and the stupid grin never left his face that day. You were more than just a dream now.

[sac-bestsupplements]

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[secret-subject]

Hi Secret! Do you have any tips for recovery / self-care for vocal stuff? I know you do lots of voice work, and I was kinda looking for some tools of the trade for the mountain I have to climb, myself. Thanks a bunch!

Heya! So in terms of vocal recovery I am the worst person to ask this too as I will be honest after my surgery that gave me some vocal damage I haven't been the best in caring for it.

Something I have used for years though is a thing called vocalzone. I got them when I used to compete in singing, they were a life saver for a tired or sick voice to bounce back a little quicker. I also use a LOT of lemon honey tea. I like green tea with manuka honey (but that's because we make it all over NZ and it's super easy to find here). I also get a bit fancy and like to invest in a slightly higher end honey, because it has more good things in it for overall health. You can also add ginger if you feel spicy, fresh or powdered to this.

My biggest hurdle, vocal rest periods and training appropriately. I would recommend if you are seriously investing in your voice and want to make the most of it, have someone you see for (in person or at least face to face) lessons in some sort of vocal technique and training. This might be a singing or an acting coach or even a speech therapist and ask them for specific exercises for what you want/need out of your voice. Because of my damage if I don't use proper vocal techniques I feel the difference now that I couldn't before and it really has shown me that just having someone who knows your voice as good as you do is a lifesafer and will prolong your voice and let you do more without damage if you get the right teacher. (Emphasis on if, I have had some not great teachers in the past so don't be afraid to shop around). Also I struggle to do this but take days off. The voice sometimes needs days to rest and not stressing it for a day or so per week (if you can afford to) can really help.

[jbird-the-manwich]

Really despise the ubiquity of dietary advice that just assumes rare af shit like manuka honey and quinoa are... like... remotely available.

I live in the south. Not the seen on tv metropolitan south either. The dystopian compound landlocked by mountains patrolled by coyotes playing cigarbox banjos capoed with pure homophobia south. may as well recommend crushed daimonds and the freshly captured soul of a twice blessed king. "Have you tried drinking water fracked directly from the moon?" Thats what the internet sounds like. Fucking yankees. Unless we steal star wars dvds aint no boba to be known here. We have boiled tater and flour and the rage of the damned in the earth thats whats for fuckin girl dinner here.

[littlethingsrae]

does any of your other characters have a smell or scent?

I assume you mean what some of them smell like? :0

Like the post I made ages ago saying Jin smelling vaguely of Manuka Honey—

SO HERE’S SOME OTHERS:

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Niao - Bark (Cedar / Sandalwood / Pine)

Nysa - Jasmine and Lilac

Ruiyu - Vanilla Orchid

Suxuan - Leather and Fresh Linen

Niantu - Fern, Moss and General Muddy Earth (he’s made of Clay what did you expect XD)

(Extras. that I’ve thought of)

Xuanwo - Saltwater

Hailun - Fresh Rain/Storms

Yanlan - Water Lilies

[biohazardousgeodez]

his fucking last name is MANUKAN?!?!??!?! imagine trying to be a serious samurai but also youre named Climber Mannequin... bro.... fuckin Mr Mannequin over here... Mister Climber Mannequin...

guess what bitch manuka honey for 70 dollars

[roseflowerthorns]

I've got a bit of a sore throat starting I told Ethan I can't lie down with him anymore, as I need to go get a lemsip and some manuka honey, he calls from upstairs.

"Mummy remember it won't get rid of your cold all together. What you need is some rest okay? Do the work downstairs tomorrow! (I usually do a clean of the living room before bed and kitchen) make sure you rest, sweet dreams my sweet angel mummy,

I love you!" 😅

This boy is honestly the cutest most caring little soul I can't even 😅😍🥰

[captain-hawks]

Dee!! I am waving a magic wand for all your coughs to go away ✨ (fr though if you still need drops/lozenges, I recommend the Manuka Honey ones! They are a bit more expensive 😭😭 however in my experience they don’t upset your tummy 💙)

Anyway!! AMA time, hmm…..

Oh! I’ve always wondered, what happens with Double Shift!Nanami and Reader in the future? Did she leave her awful husband? Did Nanami (rightfully) punch him in the face? I love Double Shift fr I read it like once a month if not more :)

thank you 🥹🫶!!! last night was ROUGH but it's been a bit more manageable today. i'm going to keep an eye out for those cough drops because they sound great!

oooh double shift!!! first and foremost, nanami went to work helping reader find the courage (and the right resources she needed) to file for divorce + fight for full custody of her daughter. as badly as he wanted to finally quit his shitty job once and for all, he stuck it out for a little while longer with the sole intention of going rogue in the company system and digging up dirt on her shitty husband in the meantime. said dirt helped her win the custody battle and landed scummy boss man in jail for shady business dealings. nanami, ever the gentleman, was determined to keep it in his pants until all was said and done.

(and he insisted he wanted to take her out on a proper date first.)

fast forward to five or so years down the line, they're married. dad!nanami is the definition of a dilf. she gets pregnant again. and well......as you can imagine....because all things must come full circle....nanami's lactation kink is alive and well.