#at a mediocre cafe.

[stuffyflowers]

Ceroba having to work a shitty (probably minimum wage) job just to keep her family afloat really isn’t talked abt enough is it

[pawzofchaos]

sum doodles for @lilshroomboi‘s cafe au

it’s p cute

[mitchievousness]

be the change you want in the world (more yjh in a chinese dress)

[quixoticanarchy]

going about my ordinary life: i wish things were different

contemplating the approach of Life Changes: aahhghhghghahh!!! !!!

[sachermorte]

I went to Canterbury Cathedral and I fear something started moving deep within my blackened, withered heart

It was a weird feeling and I didn't entirely care for it. I don't WANT to feel things

[enden-k]

you know how to bake but not how to cook

yea 💀

the sad part is i enjoy the process of cooking, i just kinda suck at it (unless its simple stuff ig)

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[bluemoonrabbit]

I spent the first half of my life so shy and introverted that it still makes me a little giddy that I'm now the kind of person to casually ask a stranger if her coffee also tastes like mud.

[davy-zeppeli]

thinking about this image. peter is very babygirl, so 🧍‍♂️, extremely cute yet also Extreme Fishing. Mike is so normal here, he's just normal shaped, taking a sip. These are two dudes being guys. two guys being dudes. the autism stares in this image are off the fucking charts.

[publicuniversalenemy]

it was gonna be a weird night regardless but hot damn. that was a Night for Sure

[wekillitwithfire]

jenny nicholson understands me and my love for theme parks and themed restaurants and themed hotels and essentially any heavily themed experience

[jumpscaregoose]

hey guys remember that one person who designed their own collab cafe menu for lmk? what if I... what if I...

[crowley1990]

We shouldn’t allow international chain restaurants and cafés to get a foothold in Ireland they don’t deserve to be here their food is just straight up crap and they’re only coasting by on brand name recognition.

[curiosity-killed]

“What would I taste like” DOWN girl

[augustinewrites]

just alhaitham realizing he wants a baby with you... cw: pregnancy, children

alhaitham is in the middle of reading, spending his lunch hour tucked away in a quiet corner puspa cafe when he feels a poke at his arm.

he slides his headphones off, looking over to see a child standing next to him, clutching something to her chest. 

“excuse me– mister scribe sir?”  

the scribe sighs, tucking his book away. “just alhaitham is fine.”

the child blushes furiously. “oh, um, mister alhaitham sir, my teacher says that your job is reading. could you read this for me please?” 

that was an incredibly juvenile description of his job, but he doesn't correct her. the girl slides what alhaitham recognizes as the children’s book that tighnari had written (and collei had illustrated) to teach the basics of forest safety. the storytelling was mediocre and the illustrations were average, but he supposed they were sufficient enough for children who had no higher education.

alhaitham glances at the clock. he still has a half hour left of his break, and he was nothing if not an advocate for educating young minds.

—

“the lesson is to always be prepared when traveling through the rainforest,” alhaitham explains, closing the book. “there’s always a high probability that you’ll run into fungi, especially if you're on foot like little cyno was. you’d do well to add a variety of antitoxins to your first aid kit.”

the girl considers this, brows pulled into a furrow as she sips at the sunsettia juice he’d ordered for her. 

“why didn’t little cyno just go around the fungi when he saw them? then he wouldn't have gotten the sports.”

“the spores,” alhaitham corrects. “but your point stands. common sense is perhaps the most effective survival tool.” 

children, with their inquisitive and imaginative minds, were adequate problem solvers. they didn't overthink things, instead utilizing a simple, pragmatic way of thinking. 

he wouldn't mind raising a little scholar of his own with you. 

he’d thought a normal amount about having a child before. typical musings, like when he would have one (after school, after securing a decent job). or what their names would be (esfir for a boy, laila for a girl). who would bear his children (the only person he’d ever considered was you).

but these aren’t idle musings anymore. this time, the idea hits him full force, quickly spiraling into a hope. a dream for the future. 

a boy with his eyes and your smile. a girl with your hair colour and his nose. how you’d raise them together, how they’d grow to be intelligent, inquisitive, creative, and endlessly compassionate.  

“sweetheart, there you are!” a relieved voice exclaims. 

the girl sitting across from him perks up as her mother runs up to the table, her smile widening. “mama! mister alhaitham read me a book!”

“i'm so sorry she interrupted your lunch, sir,” the frantic mother looks sheepish as she apologizes, but alhaitham dismisses it with a wave of his hand. 

“it’s alright. if anything, this experience has been rather enlightening.” 

_____

“that's quite the stack,” you comment mildly when your husband enters the bedroom with an armful of textbooks. “which new topic have you been intrigued with this week?”

alhaitham sets the books down on the nightstand and answers, “conception.”

his answer is spoken simply, casually, like he’s talking about the weather and not one of the most life-altering decisions you could make as a couple. 

“conception,” you repeat slowly. “like…”

“you’re a doctor. you’re aware of the biological process behind it.” 

“of course i am,” you say, suddenly feeling flustered. “i just– we’ve never talked about this before, haitham.”

your husband sighs, walking around to your side of the bed and sitting by your legs. “well…i want to talk about it.” 

seconds pass. seconds that almost feel like a lifetime as you watch each other, looking for any unspoken signs of hesitation.

“it’s up to you,” he finally says, gently placing a hand on your ankle. “it’s your body, you’re the one who would be carrying our baby for nine months. if you’re not ready–”

you don't need to hear the rest, crawling over to cup his face in your hands and press a soft kiss to his lips. “i'm ready. we’re ready.” 

his eyes immediately brighten, and he momentarily leaves your grasp to reach across the bed to grab the topmost book from his stack. “there are certain positions that we can try to increase our chances of conceiving. according to studies conducted in fontaine, this one has an effectiveness of 89.5%. it’s called a mating press…”

you wish you could say it’s the first time he’s propositioned you with educational literature. 

“wait, you didn’t ask me,” you giggle, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. 

he pauses. “will you try this position with me?”

“no, smartass. ask me to have a baby with you.”

your husband grins, hooking his hands under your ass to pull you into his lap. you gasp as he does so, his head dipping down to the crook of your neck. he says your name, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“will you let me put a baby in you, dearest?”

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Honestly, some things I look forward to experiencing in the United States when I inevitably go is the normal mediocre stuff. I mean, obviously the biggest biggest things I most look forward to are the things I'll actually plan my trip around (Monterey Bay Aquarium I will see you) but I dunno, I wanna see what else there is. I want to go to a Rainforest Cafe. I want to go to a Wendy's. I want to go to a Build-A-Bear and gawk at the prices. I wonder if Applebee's knows what gluten free means

[hanakoofthejungle]

This piece based on the Overlord Husk AU created by @celestialalpacaron

Husk and Angel's attires are based on those worn by Frank Sinatra and Vivian Blaine from Guys and Dolls, the 1955 musical film.

For other clothes and that pinup poster, I took inspiration from other old America musical films. Surely one could easily recognize that red dress and feather headpiece :)))   

Drawing timelapse

Tools: pencil, M&G gel pen and Leningrad watercolor. 

A lot of mistakes, but at least this is less mediocre than my firt HuskerDust fanart. Still nowhere as good as I pictured it in my head. I felt like I did @lilshroomboi's Hazbin Cafe AU dirty by my first work. But rest assure @lilshroomboi I will work on a better fanart that does justice to your beautiful AU.