#get a coffee shop name

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Next time we see Shadow in the movies he’s going to be a barista at Stone’s coffee shop Sonic and Tom go to randomly for a doughnut (granted they have pastry items)

Tom gets a free coffee as an apology for kinda almost killing him that one time

[catboygirljoker]

hey hi im having swirling and spinning luxubar thoughts again. let's look at these lines.

i imagine he phrases it this way because it's a casual, laid-back way of expressing this idea. "more recently, i go by the name Xigbar, but you can call me Luxu if you want, I don't care either way." (and the fact that he doesn't have a strong preference about the name he's called still says something about his relationship to his own identity, i think!)

but absolutely i feel this can be interpreted on a deeper level, too. the question is about who he is—about his identity in isolation—but the way he responds defines him relationally—"these days they call me Xigbar, but hey, whatever suits you." a sense of identity that is fluid, dependent on who he serves, on what role he plays.

a sense of identity made even more tragic by the fact that, no, Xigbar isn't his real name, and neither was Braig, but neither is Luxu.

[this is Chirithy, speaking about the Master of Masters.]

even the name Luxu, considered his "true identity", was bestowed on him by his master. every identity we have ever known for Xigbar, every name he's ever had, has been a name he assumed in pursuit of someone else's goal. Braig and Bragi were names he acquired from his vessels. Luxu and even Xigbar were names he was given by his superiors. he has only ever been defined in relation to someone else, by someone else's past or someone else's ambitions.

[hashileio]

you join the cafe & meet the crew (minus one)

[ravenkings]

gonna be real with you guys, i'm increasingly entertaining the idea that luigi didn't actually do it

[blue-eli]

Skuld in quantum design :)

[andminnequin]

Shopping hehehe

[anthropoetics]

are there any movies that you guys like that have coffee related scenes? people drinking coffee, or just pretty cups of coffee, anything!

[yuwuta]

I keep thinking of flower shop worker Yuuta who can't help but admire plant mom reader who buys way too many new babies each month. He takes care of the flowers like they're his prized possession, but he's so humble whenever someone compliments him for the quality in his department. And when you accidentally bump into him holding a pot which falls to the tile floor with a loud shatter? It's like a scene out of a movie. Because for once, Yuta isn't fretting over the scattered petals, but is instead worried if you're cut by the glass.

Just thought I'd share >:)

oh he’s so cute… you’re trying to pick up the larger pieces of the broken pot, but yuuta’s fussing about you, insisting that “it’s okay, really! you’re hurt, please let me help,” and now you’re a little dazed bc there’s a handsome stranger kneeling in front of you and holding your injured hands and pleading at you and wow have his eyes always been that big and has the flower shop always been this warm and his hands are really warm too and while you’re having a million thoughts a minute, yuuta is only having one which is “oh god does this count as holding hands…” 

[giddlygoat]

i really wish my memory functioned and that people would stop telling me “look on the bright side, at least you’ll forget your painful experiences too” because. nah. i’ve had people who hurt me horribly call me up years later only for me to greet them like old friends because i literally could not remember why we stopped talking. all my confidence goes out the window when i have to make an argument because i can’t for the life of me remember where my sources are from, if they’re legitimate, whether or not i dreamed it up…

and even beyond that, shouldn’t i get to recall the wonderful experiences in detail, too? i went to bronycon in 2019 and it rewired my brain a bit for the better. hell if i can remember more than a few details. that’s unfair.

[demiboydemon]

Zelink at Starbucks

Link: I sure am thirsty

Zelda: damn me too

Barista: Two coffees for Led and Zeppelin

[gorillawithautism]

i'm getting "starbucks equivalent" for breakfast because my dumb brain won't let me make my own breakfast <3

[aeide-thea]

successfully managed the world’s least challenging parallel parking job 👍

[lcs-library]

Remember this imagine? It’s a fic now.

As the final bell of the day rang, Lucille skipped over to Masumi’s desk.

“Heyyyy, um, do you wanna stop by Veludose on our way home?” She asked with feigned nervousness.

“No.” He deadpanned.

“Brutal!”

“Why would you get a coffee this late?”

“For funsies! They offer decaf if that’s not what you’re into.”

“Don’t care. No.”

“Come on! Not even for your favorite troupe member? Not even because you love me?”

“I don’t love you.” He said with a pointed look.

“Ow!”

Even still, Lu took in a deep breath. There was no way around it, she supposed.

“Sakuya said he picked up a job there and had a shift today, so I figured we could visit him. You know, because why not?” She really didn’t want to admit this, evident by the deep blush on her face.

“…I’ll go.”

“You’ll go for Saku but not for me?” She asked, a little disappointed.

“That’s not what I said.” He replied, breaking eye contact as he slipped on his headphones.

Lucille sighed. It was good enough. She took Masumi’s hand as he absentmindedly flipped through his phone, dragging him to the coffee shop.

When they arrived, they were greeted with a “Welcome in! Oh, hey, you two!”

“Hey Saku!” Lu echoed, waving cheerfully at him. The shop was pretty empty this late in the afternoon, giving them just enough time to talk.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked, glancing behind Lucille to find a half-asleep Masumi she was now holding by the wrist.

“No reason, just thought it would be nice to stop by.” She said with a smile.

“She came to see you.” Masumi piped up, suddenly wide awake.

Lucille stiffened, the grip on Masumi’s wrist tightening ever so slightly. Sakuya could only giggle.

“Really? I’m so glad! Thanks!”

There it was. That radiant smile. Lu had to turn away just to not be blinded by it.

“…you’re welcome.” she muttered.

By this point, a few customers had joined the line, prompting the trio to actually do what they came for.

After a small debacle over Lu forgetting her wallet and bothering Masumi to pay, the two sat down in a cozy corner flanked by a few windows. Lu awkwardly wrung her hands, unsure about how to tackle the conversation she wanted to have as Masumi stared out over the city streets, his fingers drumming on the table.

“Masumi?”

He snapped out of his daze, glaring at her.

“What?”

Yikes. He could be scary when he wanted to be.

“Can I… tell you about something?” She asked anxiously.

“Yeah, sure.” He took off his headlines. Thank God, he actually did care about her.

“It’s about Sakuya.”

“What about him?”

“I,” oh, this was much more difficult than she thought. Lucille sucked in a breath, bracing herself. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“You think?” Masumi cocked his head ever so slightly.

“Lu, Masumi! Your order’s ready!” Sakuya called, glancing around the cafe for them.

“Speak of the devil.” Masumi said, standing up with Lu to retrieve their drinks.

The two thanked him(Lucille more energetically than Masumi), and went back to their seats.

Looking down, Masumi couldn’t help but notice an extra item. A slice of chocolate cake. He frowned at Lu, hoping she wasn’t draining his wallet, to which she only grinned.

“Saku said it was on the house. You wanna share?”

Masumi stared at the cake like it was poison for a moment before shaking his head.

“‘s fine. You can have it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Yay!” She cheered, digging in.

“But about Sakuya…”

Lucille froze. Right. She finished her bite of cake with a hard swallow.

“Mm… so, I think it’s love, but I can’t be sure, y’know? Like, yeah, I like seeing him smile, and his hair is fluffy and nice to play with, and he gives good hugs, and he’s a really good person, and-“

“Sounds like love to me.” Masumi interrupted.

“Right? But does that really constitute love? What if it’s just admiration? Or, uh, what’s it called? A squish?” Lu rambled, flailing her hands about.

“You’ve been friends for months. That doesn’t count as one.” He responded, taking a long sip of his espresso.

“But I wanna be so much closer to him, are you sure that’s not just platonic?”

“Positive.”

Lucille stared into the abyss of her latte, her expression sinking. It couldn’t be, could it? She just wanted to know him better, to watch him act more. To keep him in her arms. To spend evenings by his side in a comfortable silence. There’s no way…

After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke.

“I’ll think about it.” She said softly, taking a sip of her drink.

“By the way, do you think we can’t see that stupid grin you have when you look at him?” Masumi inquired cooly.

Lu almost choked.

“Don’t!”

“Don’t what?” For the first time, Masumi smiled, a sly smirk adorning his features.

“Just don’t.” She pouted, taking a proper sip.

“Sure.”

[extemporaneousmusings]

10/4/24

Today I:

-played around with some digital mindmapping in scrintal

-downloaded an open access database with 24k vessels inventoried and almost 7k of them are attic red-figure, which is a higher percentage than I was expecting. also it has provenances for most entries! and sometimes also use contexts!!...soo much more to dig through here, which I'm excited about

-hung out for about 5 hours with Jules's parents, who stopped in town today on their way back to VA from viewing the eclipse outside Akron. we went to my coffee shop, hung out with Lulu at the apt, then swung by two of our favorite establishments and had a delightful time all around

[bookwyrminspiration]

“i have a theory that elves are actually super duper itty bitty and blue pathfinders turn them human size but like that’s why they can travel at the speed of light and why humans can’t find them” -my sister

Comes home to my hardworking elf family and puts a single blueberry on the table for dinner and it collapses under the weight because the blueberry is bigger than all of us combined (I carried it with my super tiny elf mind) and we'll feast for weeks

That aside, what is "super duper itty bitty" in numeric values? Are we talking small like, kitten sized? Like rat sized? Like snail sized? Like ant? Like tardigrade? (the irony of me requesting numeric values and then listing nothing numerical is not lost on me).

Because currently I'm imagining them like a colony of ants that you can just step on. Their entire existence relies on something not stepping on them.

I will say, this does actually account for a few otherwise inexplicable occurrences--aside from the traveling at the speed of light and undiscovered by humans. For example, the over abundance I mentioned in an earlier post. Living mostly off fruit and such, anything normal sized will feed several people. That's why they're not at risk of starving. And the reason they can be so lavish with crystals is because proportionally, they need very little crystal to decorate themselves the way humans do. An entire house would be several fortunes over for a human, but there's enough resources to build a small elf house without draining the planet in the same way. It also explains why their economic system sucks so bad; their brains are too small to realize their own stupidity.

There are more kinks to be worked out (how does the blue crystal make them big, for example), but I think your sister is onto something. Not quite sure what, but her mind intrigues me.