#ask coffee

[dimensional-drink-ask-blog]

Hey Mallow, do you have the Geno doll with you?

Mallow: I don’t need to bring the doll, Geno comes here a lot.

Mallow: I’m not sure how but he’s always in the doll when he does.

[coffee-n-some-cream]

I think Leo’a character gets so much more interesting once he pieces together that Splinter is encouraging him to act more like him (partially to validate to his own actions and emotionally distant behavior towards everyone close to him) and realizes that he doesn’t want to do that, even if he would lose Splinter’s approval in the process. The moment he stops idolizing Splinter the way he does, he’ll notice that all his brothers have distanced themselves from Splinter (though Donnie and Mikey are more subtle about it than Raph), and the more he takes after Splinter the more they pull away from him too, and maybe then he starts to realize that Splinter’s approach to relationships with the only showing approval when someone has met his inflated expectations of them really sucks ass.

Okay look i've been thinking about this for a while because i'm writing this au and splinter is kind of a shitty dad in it and i never expected the impact on leo to be as heart rending as it is, but GOD. yes! you are so fucking right.

i'm so sorry but i wrote a whole essay under the cut.

when you're a teacher's pet and you get called one, you take it as a compliment. you know they don't mean it like that, but you like it anyway. because you like your teacher, and you're proud to be a good student, you're proud to get that validation. probably because you crave validation from an authority figure for self worth purposes.

and when it's you parent??? hoo boy.

which is why i love the Splinter Junior nickname, because it carries so much baggage. It can be an affectionate comparison of father and son, it can be resentful that he is a representative of parental authority, it can be jealous that he is so close to Splinter when the others aren't, it can be a straight up insult (because honestly what's worse than telling someone they're just like their father). and i love the idea of leo going from taking that nickname as a compliment to taking it as a slap in the face.

there was a great line in this fic (rlly good btw) where leo realizes that he had a different father than the rest of them. that he has a certain relationship with splinter that his brothers haven't been able to form and asdgkjaslkgd yes???? yes! but at the same time, splinter is his dad too. so while he gets splinter's approval, that approval comes at a cost, and the cost is bending his personality and goals and wants to suit his dad's. it's the classic 'it's your dream, dad. not my dream' scenario. and when leo realizes that he's spent his entire life tailoring his very self to gain his father's approval...

in my notes for my au, i wrote, "if Leonardo’s self-understanding is as a loyal right hand to Splinter, what happens when the ultra loyal right hand of the king turns against the king?" it's his identity. and how does turning against the king recontextualize everything he did in service to the king?

the only thing that could really pull him from splinter is his brothers. because honestly, he loves them more than he loves splinter. and i think, as sad as it sounds, he will realize that he loves his brothers more than splinter loves them. or maybe he just loves them better. more fully. and he's not willing to lose them in the way that splinter is. even more, he's not willing to hurt them the way splinter does. and of course, he needs to heal from the way splinter has hurt him. but another part of him, the part that's still so close to his dad, would want to save him, in a way. save him from the distance between him and his own children.

so yeah. i think at that point, after he's gone through that development, the most hurtful thing you could say is that he's like Splinter.

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[starve-or-get-a-cup-of-coffee]

rather have a headache from not eating, than feeling bloated from binging

[morningstarwrites]

obligatory [café AU] bc I made a KO-FI! If you'd like to support me, you can click the link here ☕

[soulmvtes]

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands

[canisalbus]

✦ Coffee Shop AU ✦

[bruciemilf]

“Battinson needs a Robin” “Battinson needs a Superman” “Battinson needs a Harley” I agree with all of that, but do you know what else Battinson needs? An Oliver Queen.

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.

Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.

Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.

Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.

And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).

Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.

(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)

The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.

Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.

And he kept coming back?

But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.

(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)

(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)

But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.

It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.

So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!

“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”

Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”

And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.

They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.

And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!

But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).

Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.

Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)

[why-the-heck-not]

the saturday-sunday night diabolical "life is falling apart"- to do list followed by a mad scramble

[dimensional-drink-ask-blog]

And here’s the fourth oc member of the cast, Sugar! The motherly cook is more than ready for some hugs and unconditional support!

[coffee-n-some-cream]

God damnit Casey likening himself to gasoline. Him falling in love with Raph basked in the familiar, cozy light of a bonfire. This man would really light himself on fire for the love of his life his best friend wouldn’t he like damn

you put it into better words than i ever could alsdkgjgasdg i'm not normal about this

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

I do like to be known as the husband of the cool art assignment lady! Buy our coffee--and now, OUR TEA AS WELL!

(Meme by @ctimemes)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

ghost horses

GHORSES

[boredth]

Do you think cyber!Wick would notice if V was taking pictures of him with their eye implants that allow them to? Maybe if they had glasses on they might get away with it.

Oh he knows

[taiyami]

Saw the leaks and all I could think about was Mic in a suit. Its 1 am and all I can think about is Mic in a suit. Happy Pride indeed.