tea muffins

You are in a café with me, what tea do you order?

1. Rosehip tea: Which book did you love when you were younger?
2. Oolong tea: Which book series could you read again?
3. Rooibos: What is one of you favourite books?
4. Strawberry tea: Tell me about your first kiss, if you had one.
5. Apple tea: Tell me about your first break up, if you had one.
6. Earl Grey: Which countries have you visited?
7. Chai: Where do you want to travel next?
8. Darjeeling: What languages do you speak?
9. Hop tea: Do you have a favourite tea? Which one?
10. Herbal tea: Which person would you chose to travel the world with?
11. Nettle tea: Are you jealous on a person? Why?
12. Ice tea: Do you miss somebody? Why?
13. Yellow tea: What shampoo do you use?
14. Peppermint tea: What is your favourite gif at the moment?
15. Ceylon tea: Do you have a song you like, but have bad memories with?
16. Hibiscus tea: What is a song you can always hear?
17. Flowering tea: What is a movie you can always watch?
18. Pu-erh tea: What is a book you can recommend to others?
19. Turkish tea: What is your favourite cake?
20. Green tea: What was the first movie you saw in a cinema?
21. Blueberry-Muffin tea: Tell me a memory, which makes you smile.
22. Panda tea: Do you have pets? Which one?
23. Butter tea: Show / Tell me about one thing i your room you find awesome.
24. Hot chocolate: Do you have (a) stuffed animal(s) sitting in your room? Which one(s)?
25. 24 flavors: What is your favourite word?
26. Jasmin tea: Can you draw / paint? Wanna show me something?
27. Kombucha: What do you order on a pizza?
28. Cloud tea: Which movie do you want to watch next?
29. Gunpowder tea: If you had the chance: would you go to space?
30. Matcha: Bonus question of you choice! I might answer…

What I Love About Fall:
• The leaves change color
• You can wear boots/scarves/oversized sweaters
• The way the air smells (crisp and autumn-like)
• Hayrides
• Haunted Houses
• Annual Trip to Salem
• Ghost stories
• Flannels!!!
• Apple cider donuts
• Apple pie
• Cinnamon flavored everything
• Pumpkin spice muffins
• Rainy mornings
• The music gets (more) nostalgic
• Burying under blankets and reading
• Scary movies
• Halloweentown
• Candles
• Fuzzy socks
• Morning fog
• Caramel apples
• Bonfires
• Pumpkin pie
• Record players
• Football
• Pumpkin patches
• Hot tea
• Witches
• Pumpkin seeds
• Carving pumpkins
• Vampires

Shakespeare (Part X)

(Banner made by the incredibly talented @tiostyles)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: This is it. This is the final part. Thank you all so much for sticking around and supporting me and giving me your honest thoughts. I wouldn’t have come this far without you. All the love. Xx

It’s four-thirty in the morning.

You notice the time passively. It’s the least of your worries. You’ve been tossing and turning, in and out of sleep for the past couple hours. Harry is sprawled out across the mattress on his stomach. His legs are spread, arms outstretched. One hangs limply over your waist. He’s facing you and his cheek is pressed against his pillow, lips parted, hair disheveled. You’ve been staring at him for twenty minutes, thankful that he hasn’t woken up to your probing eyes.

He smells just as he always has when you finally shift into his body, settling your forehead against his shoulder and letting your eyes rest closed. His arm curls around you and you bask in the essence of him—the soft snores and rolling heat. You’re not sure when you’ll get to be this close again.

You’re drawn across the mattress before you even know Harry’s awake. He gathers you up in his arms as he rolls onto his side, pressing his lips into the top of your head.

“Should be sleepin’, love,” he rasps, pulling the blankets up around your shoulders. “Gotta drive home today, yeah?”

“I’ve been trying,” you whisper against his chest. “I just can’t.”

“Need yeh to,” Harry presses. His hand glides along your bare back—you’ve shed your shirt at some point. The gentle touch and soothing rumble of his voice are almost enough to lull you right into unconsciousness. “Can’t have yeh fallin’ asleep b'hind the wheel. Want yeh t'get home safe. Can yeh please try t'sleep fo’ me, angel?”

Your cold palms press into Harry’s abdomen and he hisses, reaching down to lift your hands. He brings them up to his mouth, warming them with his breath and feathering his lips over your knuckles. Then he returns them to his chest and layers his own hand on top.

“I don’t wanna sleep,” you whisper after a few moments. Your fingertips dance over where you know his tattoos are. “Time moves too fast when you’re sleeping.”

“Y/N, love.” Harry breathes out a sigh and then yawns softly. “Need yeh t'sleep fo’ me. ’M beggin’ yeh. Wha’ can I do t'help yeh sleep?”

“Can you sing?” you ask, nuzzling into his shoulder. “Or just hum?”

Harry nods and presses a kiss to your head. His throat vibrates as he picks up a low, familiar tune. You can’t pin down what it is, but it’s soothing, and you don’t feel yourself falling asleep until you’re unconscious.


Harry wakes you up again at seven o'clock. His hands brush your hair from your face and he peppers kisses over your cheeks.

“’S time t'go, love,” he informs you in a quiet rumble. “Gotta be at the airport b'fore eight.”

You hug the blanket around yourself as you sit up, reaching for Harry’s shirt to hand it to him.

“Wear it t'day,” he urges you, pushing your outstretched hand back toward your body. “Can keep it, too.”

You swallow around the hard lump of loss that’s already begun to form in your throat and crawl off of the mattress, pulling on your bra and a clean pair of pants. You tug Harry’s shirt over your torso. It smells like him. His cologne has soaked into the material and you hope it never fades.

Harry folds up his blankets and shoves them into a duffle bag, along with his pillows. He’s dressed now, in a pair of comfy sweatpants and a large hoodie. He zips the bag up and takes a spin around the room to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything.

You turn slowly. It looks so different empty. The bookshelf is bare, the desk wiped clean. All of his belongings were packed into boxes and shipped back home, except for the few bags he’s taking on his flight.

“All set,” Harry says with a sigh. He lifts his bag up over his shoulder and holds the door open for you to leave before him.


The airport isn’t as busy as you would expect. There are a few families milling about at the entrance. Harry has already dropped off his baggage and when he stops at a small shop to get himself a tea and a muffin.

“Whaddaya want, love?” he asks you.

“I’m not hungry.” You peel your eyes away from his hand as he bobs a teabag in steaming water. Your gaze lands instead on the window behind the counter, where you can see a distant runway and a few stationary airplanes.

Harry glances at you worriedly before snapping a lid onto his cup of tea.

“Pick somethin’ t'eat,” he orders you.

“I said I’m not-”

“Know what yeh said.” Harry gives you a hard stare when you turn to face him. “’M tellin’ yeh t'eat somethin’. Won’ have yeh drivin’ home on an empty stomach.“ 

You grumble under your breath while you search a cooler for something quick to grab. Harry waits patiently for you before moving his breakfast to the counter to check out, and then the two of you find a table outside the small shop to sit and eat.

"Better finish tha’,” Harry threatens you when you only nibble at your food. “Paid a fortune fo’ it. Was basically a robbery.”

“I told you I wasn’t hungry,” you remind him softly. The painful misery of today has kicked in fully, leaving you a ticking bomb. At any moment you could burst into tears. You’re just hoping they’ll wait until a more acceptable time.

Harry stares at you. His gaze is soft, and you’re convinced you can see water collecting along his eyelids, but that may just be the way your own vision is blurring.

“Please, jus’ eat, love. ’M gonna have t'go through security soon ‘nd I’d feel a lot better ‘f I knew yeh had somethin’ in your stomach.”

Your heart nearly explodes with his mention of passing time. Soon. Very soon, you’ll have to say goodbye with no promise of a future meeting. You don’t know when you’ll see him again.

There are unwelcome tears in your eyes as you begin to chew your food. It’s hard to swallow.

Harry looks away when he notices the crease between your brows, the way you can’t seem to stop your quick blinking. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth to keep it from trembling while you choke down your breakfast. Instead, he focuses on a woman embracing what appears to be her daughter. They don’t cry, only clutch each other tightly and then whisper a few words before the daughter heads toward the security line. Maybe she’s only going a state over. Maybe she’ll be back in a week. Harry doesn’t have the privilege of knowing when he’ll see you again.

Your chair squeaks against the tiled floor as you stand, drawing his gaze back to you. He pushes up from his seat and slings his bag over his shoulder. The two of you throw out your trash and Harry turns to check the line for security screening. It’s about time for him to head over. You’ve begun to break down by the time he turns around.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, grasping at your face and collecting your tears with his thumbs. “Don’ cry on me, now,” he begs, but his own eyes have begun to water, and he can feel his heart ready to beat out of his ribcage.

“I can’t help it,” you mumble through sobs. You take a step forward, slamming into his chest and hooking your arms around him. He gathers you to him, squeezing you tightly and pressing hard kisses to your head.

“Already miss yeh,” he whispers. His voice sounds tight, and his hands stroke your hair as he sucks in a shaky breath.

Harry cups your cheeks, lifting your face from his chest to press his mouth desperately to yours. You can feel the damp warmth of tears as his mix with yours. Your fingers clutch at the back of his hoodie, lips moving with an urgency that you can feel ticking in your bones.

“I love yeh,” Harry whispers against your mouth as he breaks the kiss. You don’t want it to end, but it has to. He rests his forehead against yours and you keep your eyes squeezed closed, gasping around another sob.

“I love you,” you return. “I’m really scared that-”

“Hey,” Harry interrupts, grazing his thumbs over your eyelids. “Look a'me.”

Your eyes flutter open to find him staring intensely at you. His fingers are laced into your hair and his body is flush against yours, and you wish you never had to be further away than this.

“Yeh can call me anytime t'talk 'bout anything, yeah? 'Nd ’s not like it’s the last time I’ll ever see yeh, okay? We jus’ gotta figure out a way t'get t'each other. Tha’s all.”

You press another kiss to Harry’s lips and don’t respond. For some reason, talking about it makes everything seem more hopeless. It’s all so uncertain and you’re filled with doubts.

“Have t'go,” Harry whispers after a few silent moments. He clenches his jaw in frustration and that clutches you to him again, burying his face in your hair. He wants to keep this engrained in his memory. “Want yeh t'have somethin’.”

Harry pulls away from you and an immediate sensation of emptiness overwhelms you. He wipes his sleeve under his nose and sniffs, unzipping his bag. His fingers lock around an object toward the bottom and he tugs it loose.

“Harry,” you breathe, gripping your own elbows tightly. You shake your head violently. “I can’t take that, no.”

“’M givin’ it t'yeh.” He holds his journal out to you, bound in leather and scribbled with marker. You hesitate before taking it by the spine. “Can read it and tell me wha’ yeh think.”

You stare up at Harry with wide, anxious eyes. This is it. This is the goodbye.

“Let me know when you’re safe,” you plead. You can feel a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill, but you try to hold them in. There will be a lot of time to cry.

“Course,” Harry agrees. He grabs at the back of your neck and pulls you forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. Your fists close around the front of his hoodie and you stand like that for a minute. You take deep breaths, hoping to burn his scent into your nostrils.

“I’ll see yeh,” he whispers, and then the heat of him is gone, and he’s picking his way across the room, and you’re left with a beaten journal full of his most private thoughts.

The End

Rorikstead brown cheese muffins

Note: this recipe is inspired by but does not appear in the Elder Scrolls

Rorikstead is Skyrim’s most fertile farming village and churns out all sorts of delicious fresh produce ranging from fruits and vegetables to meat and dairy. It’s my favourite place to buy ingredients, and when I was there I learned of a delicious brown cheese made from the whey of cow or goat milk by Cowflop Farmhouse.

This cheese, also known as brunost, is a local special in Rorikstead and after one taste, I was hooked. While the locals enjoy it on some good rye bread with a lick of strawberry jam, I figured that brunost would be a great ingredient to feature in my cooking as it really showcases an ingredient unique to my homeland of Skyrim. Here is my recipe for brown cheese muffins, which are perfect for breakfast and tea. They are flavourful on their own but are also good with fresh butter or jam!

NB: Brunost, or brown cheese, is native to Norway and they come in solid blocks that are cut with a cheese scraper. You can find it at specialty dairy shops or import delis, usually under the brand Tine. There are several different kinds of brunost, but my favourite for this recipe is fløtemysost, which has a delicious sweet flavour and a creamy texture. If you are lactose intolerant, try gjetost, which is made from goat’s milk and is firmer and more savoury.

You will need:
200g brunost, grated
175g plain flour
3 large eggs
75g butter, melted, plus extra for greasing
200ml ricotta or cottage cheese
50g brown sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp vanilla extract

Preheat your oven to 200C/400F. Grease two muffin tins well with butter.

In a large mixing bowl, mix the ricotta and butter.

Add the flour, baking powder, vanilla, and brunost, and mix until a thick batter is formed. The brunost will still be in shreds as opposed to dissolved, which is fine as long as it is evenly mixed through the batter instead of in clumps.

Whisk the eggs and sugar with a balloon whisk until light and fluffy. Add this to the batter and whip until completely blended through.

Pour the mixture into the muffin tins, about ¾ full so they have space to rise, and bake for 15-20 minutes, or until golden brown and slightly crisp on top. Leave to cool for 15 minutes before removing from the tray.

Can be kept for up to a week when refrigerated in an airtight container.

anonymous asked:

How do the dads comfort their kids after a bad day?

Daddy Thomas here! Let’s get through these bad days together, shall we?


When Daisy comes home with that look on her face, Brian can already feel his own stomach drop. He grabs the rocky road, turns on paranormal ice truckers, and holds his daughter close as she cries into his green shirt.


Lucien blasts his music through the house and Damien takes only a few moments to arrive in his son’s bedroom with some fancy eyeliner and oatmeal cream pies. The family regret that lives in the back of the pantry.


Carmensita needs nothing but a hot cup of tea and a blueberry muffin from the shop to turn her day around, but that doesn’t stop Mat from singing her the lullaby he’d sang to her since the day she was born.


Craig will interrogate to see if he needs to fight anyone first before taking the girls to the batting range and ice cream after. Nothing like rage and McDonald’s.


He leaves Ernest alone. It’s all you can do for that kid.


If only he’d done more…


Bible study. Then Stephen king. BUT BIBLE STUDY FIRST.

Yours, Daddy Thomas


Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 4.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Are You Jealous?

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
Negan and Simon see you having coffee with one of your classmates.
Word Count: 7,618
Warning: SMUT!!! (Angry sex, masturbation, voyeurism, and dirty talk)
Author’s Note: Man, oh man. I am having so much fun writing this. I hope everyone that is reading this is enjoying it just as much as I am writing it!! Enjoy!!! :)

Taglist: @oceaninwinter

(GIF Source: @mark-hamil || @rottenwasp)

After a week of non-stop working at both bars, it was finally your day off. Negan and Simon made your second job much easier and you quickly learned all the drinks at Simon’s bar. Business was booming in both businesses and it seemed like the ongoing feud between Chris and Simon was slowly dissipating.

You managed to sleep in until ten-thirty in the morning. As usual, you reached for your phone to look through your emails and unread text messages. Your classmate in one of your classes had sent a message to meet up later today for a cup of coffee. You agreed.

Though, as you continued to read through your messages, you noticed the group chat that you shared with Negan and Simon. It seemed like both men had sent pictures to you. You giggled, simply because Negan and Simon taking photos of their breakfast was a bit hilarious.

Negan: Breakfast is fucking served.
Simon: Omelette? That’s what you made?
Negan: What the fuck did you make then?
Simon: [picture message sent]
Negan: Pancakes? What the fuck? Who do you think you are? Gordon Ramsay?
Simon: A woman loves a man who can cook.
Negan: I can fucking cook!

You laughed quietly, deciding to send both men a photo of you lying in your bed. You were lying on your side, a pillow covering half of your face and the blanket up to your shoulders. Awaiting their reply, you decided to stretch your limbs before climbing out of bed to make yourself a cup of coffee.

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Strawberry Ice Cream On A Winter Day

For @forfutureglory - miss you, bean 😘

The front door closed with a foreboding sharpness. Steve winced, lacing his fingers together. Holly grinned up at him. “So what are we gonna do, Stevie?”

It was a Saturday. A perfectly good Saturday, which he could have spent with Nancy and Jon—maybe down by the quarry or in his house, watching movies and eating too much popcorn. But what was better than quality time with Holly Wheeler?

Nothing, surely. He’d been honoured to accept the offer of babysitting. Karen and Ted Wheeler were working on their marriage, according to Nance; a weekly date had been ordered as some sort of mandatory counselling homework. Steve hated the idea of turning spending time with a person into work—you should just want to be around them, drawn together by crazy cosmic forces, or just dumb luck; happening to stumble upon one another and realise that their presence was the most perfect thing.

Steve hummed, tapping his toe and chin. “I suppose… make a gigantic fort and stuff our faces with ice cream.”

Holly squealed, clinging to his leg. “You’re my best friend!”

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It’s About Fucking Time

Kingsman: The Secret Service One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Merlin + Roxy Morton & Eggsy Unwin

Warnings: injury and swearing

Request: “Hello! I really love your stuff keep up the great work. Can I request a Merlin (Kingsman) x female reader where the reader is Arthur’s daughter and she isn’t part of Kingsman but is always there to help look after everyone and make sure they aren’t injured. She visits Merlin everyday with like coffee/tea and make a muffin and keeps him company. They really like eachother and everyone sees it but them. Egsy just has enough and outs them. Super fluffy and cute, maybe a little kiss at the end?” - madge-lvoe

Word Count: 1,249

A/N: thank you!! next time please be sure to specify what kind of request you want, hope you like it !!

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