#home brew meme

[theladyofwutheringheights]

[cxpperhead]

WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR AURA?

Honeysuckle

Succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, notes in bottles. Your essence is honeysuckle: you are quiet and avoidant, submerged in your own privacy. You compartmentalize effortlessly; you are many pieces, and rarely do others see the whole picture. You are creative but trepid -- cautious to address your feelings even in solitude. You are the recluse. You are the librarian. You find kinship in like-minded individuals of Moss, Chartreuse, Sage, and Peach, who share your profound curiosity. You are also drawn to the expressive souls Seafoam and Apricot, who will help you grow and trust others to listen respectfully to you. However, you may struggle to get along with the people-pleasing personalities of Rose and Cream who come across as shallow and pandering.

Tagged by: @bluefeathrs (♡) Tagging: @arkhmlcst, @arobinwithoutbatman, @cxpedcrusxder, @dethdvncer, @dogtccth, @dragonskxn, @question-marked, @red-hemlock, @themckaytriarchy, @the-rorschach-mask, @twilightlane and anybody else who'd like to do this?

[fiddler-sticks]

[transsexual-necromutilomaniac]

[theology101]

You know, the silver lining is that, after craft beer reveals the deep flaws in their marriage and his inadequacy as spouse, they typically stop?

I guess they move on to Moonshine

[reptussanctus]

WHAT’S WRONG BABE

YOU HAVEN’T TOUCHED YOUR GRILLED CHEESUS YET 🥺

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Six Times Toto Pushed His Luck (Part1)

Part 2

word count: 888

Pairing: Toto Wolff x wife reader

Summary: When Toto Wolff's antics push his wife to the brink, she resorts to calling him by his full name, "Torger," reminding him who's really in charge in their playful yet loving relationship.

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You never really called him by his full first name. Toto was just easier, softer, and it fit him—most of the time. But sometimes, just sometimes, he pushed you to the edge, and then ‘Toto’ wasn’t enough. That’s when ‘Torger’ came out, a signal that he was skating on thin ice. And on very rare, very special occasions, when things were absolutely out of control, it became ‘Torger Christian Wolff.’

1. Monaco Apartment - Breakfast Disaster

It started off as a calm morning in Monaco, the sunlight streaming into your apartment. You’d barely woken up when you heard the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen. Toto’s cooking. You sighed, knowing exactly where this was headed.

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of him attempting to scramble eggs in the smallest pan possible. Half of the eggs were sticking to the pan, the other half still runny, and he had the heat turned up too high.

“Toto,” you began gently, “maybe I should—”

“I’ve got this,” he said, his voice confident.

Seconds later, the eggs flipped awkwardly, some landing on the stove, some… on the floor. You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperated.

“Torger,” you finally said, crossing your arms. “You need to stop before we end up with a fire.”

He froze, the name cutting through his concentration. “Torger? It’s not that bad.”

“Torger. Step away from the stove.”

2. Silverstone Garage - Headphones Drama

Silverstone was in full swing, the race just as intense as you expected. Things weren’t going Mercedes’ way, and you could feel Toto’s frustration brewing from across the garage. Then, as if on cue, it happened—the dramatic slamming of the headphones. He ripped them off his head and threw them down onto the table in one swift, angry motion.

You sighed. How many pairs had he gone through this season? Too many to count.

“Torger,” you said, louder than usual to cut through the tension. “If you break one more pair of headphones…”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Torger?”

“Yes. Torger. Those things are expensive, and you’re going to run out at this rate.”

He chuckled, the tension easing a bit. “Alright, alright. I’ll be gentler.”

3. Vienna - The Overpacking Incident

Packing for a quick weekend trip to Vienna should have been simple. Should have been. But when Toto decided to take the lead, you knew you were in for trouble. You opened the suitcase and stared in disbelief. There were four pairs of shoes, multiple shirts, and enough clothes to last a month.

“Torger,” you called from the bedroom. “Come here.”

He appeared in the doorway, clearly proud of his work. “I packed for us.”

You pointed at the suitcase. “Torger, why are there four pairs of shoes? We’re gone for two days!”

“I thought options would be good.”

“Torger, we don’t need options. We need space. Unpack this now.”

4. The Paddock - PDA Overload

The paddock was bustling, as usual, cameras and fans everywhere. You and Toto were walking through when, out of nowhere, he decided it was the perfect moment for an over-the-top kiss. In front of everyone. The photographers snapped away, and you could practically feel the internet lighting up with memes.

“Toto,” you whispered, trying to pull away.

“What?” he asked, his grin devilish.

You shot him a look, but he leaned in again, clearly enjoying himself. That’s when you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Torger. Not in front of everyone!”

He laughed, finally pulling back. “What? Can’t I show my wife some affection?”

“Torger, not when the whole grid is watching.”

5. Home Gym - The Training Competition

One of Toto’s favorite pastimes was working out, and today, he had challenged you to a little ‘friendly’ competition. At first, it was fun—some light weights, a few squats—but as the session went on, his competitive side started showing. He kept pushing, adding more weights and insisting on extra rounds.

By the time you were on your third set of squats, you’d had enough. Your legs felt like jelly, and he was still going strong.

“Torger,” you panted, dropping the weights. “I’m not a Formula 1 driver. This is insane.”

“One more set,” he said, completely ignoring the exhaustion in your voice.

“Torger,” you warned, “if you make me do one more squat, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

He chuckled, finally letting you off the hook. “Fine, fine. You win.”

6. Baku - The Meltdown

Baku was not going well. The race had been a disaster, and Toto’s mood was even worse. He spent the entire evening pacing, ranting about strategies, tires, and everything that had gone wrong. You had tried to calm him down, but nothing worked.

Finally, he stormed into the hotel room, still mid-rant, and that was when you’d had enough.

“Torger Christian Wolff,” you snapped, your voice sharper than you’d ever intended.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. You never used his full name unless you were seriously upset.

“You need to stop this. It’s done, the race is over. Either calm down or I’m calling Christian Horner to tell him you need a break.”

Toto blinked, stunned. “You wouldn’t…”

“Try me, Torger Christian.”

He stared at you for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. “Alright, I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

[smoshyourheadin]

spencer agnew visiting reader at work (they can work retail or anything)

good things

pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: loverboy spencer you will always be famous

the morning rush had finally subsided at the small corner coffee shop where you worked, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air. you were behind the counter, wiping down the espresso machine, when the door chimed softly. you glanced up and saw your boyfriend spencer step in, looking slightly out of place but wearing a warm, albeit shy, smile.

"spence! hey!" you called out, genuinely surprised but happy to see him.

"hey," he replied, giving a little wave as he made his way to the counter. "thought I'd come by and check out your coffee shop. i’ve heard good things through the grapevine. apparently there’s this one barrista who is really bad at super smash bros, so i had to come check for myself" he said, clearly trying to pick fun at your “professional” level gaming skills

"well, you've heard correctly about the coffee," you teased, gesturing to the blackboard menu. "anything catch your eye?"

he scanned the options, eventually settling on a caramel macchiato and a blueberry muffin. "I'll take these, please," he said, handing you his card.

you put your hand out to stop him. “hey, it’s on the house. we have a deal called ‘cute nerds get free coffee’ but, you didn’t hear that from me.” you say, smiling at him fondly. "but yeah, um,” you drum your fingers on the counter.” “caramel whatever you wanted, coming right up," you said, quickly preparing his order.

"spence, can you stay for a bit? i was about to take my break anyway," you asked once you handed him his drink and muffin.

"yeah, sure! I'd love to hang out," he said, visibly relaxing a little.

you both found a quiet corner by the window, where the sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over the table. spencer took a sip of his drink and smiled. "this is really good."

"i’d hope it would be, almost as if it’s my job to make good coffee, hey?” you retort. “so, how's your day been?" you asked, leaning back in your chair, curious about his world which is oh so different to yours.

"it’s been pretty busy. we were filming a new episode for smosh mouth this morning. lots of laughs," he said. "amanda was really good this episode, i’ll have to introduce you to her some time soon, you’ll like her."

you nodded, imagining the lively atmosphere of a shoot with him, knowing what he’s like at home. "sounds good! anything else new today? ooh! how’s alex?”

spencer chuckled, his shyness melting away as he tells you about his best friend alex, who you’ve come to love. he tells you about how in a ‘who memed it’ shoot, he had to explain a joke to shayne, who was bewildered by how he drew luke with a leftover tray in his throat.

as you listened, you couldn't help but appreciate how genuine and kind he was. it was just a moment of clarity as the sun cast over his face, his hair looking auburn in the light as you watched his eyes as he spoke, the moment seemingly making him look even more beautiful.

"so, what about you? how’s work been here?" he asked, turning the conversation back to you.

"it's been good. busy, but y’know i love it here," you said. "plus, i sometimes get total babes who come in and talk to me about their day, it’s crazy."

spencer giggled, and blushed slightly at the compliment, looking down at his coffee. "it must be nice!”

you both continued chatting, the conversation flowing easily as the minutes slipped by. it was a simple yet perfect break from the usual routine, filled with smiles.

eventually, your break time came to an end. "ugh, i should get back to work," you said reluctantly, standing up and rubbing your eyes, not wanting to think about the hours ahead.

"yeah, I should head out too. i need to go and feed jimi” he said in reference to your cat as he stood up. “but it was really lovely seeing you," spencer kissed your forehead as you walked him to the door.

"come by anytime," you said with a smile. "its always nice to have good company."

"i’ll definitely take you up on that," he replied, giving you one last shy smile before heading to the door.

as he left, you couldn't help but feel a little lighter, knowing that a simple visit from him could make you feel fuzzy any time.

[howlingday]

One of jaune's sisters comes for a visit she too becomes a meme

I can't find the previous post to this. Once found, I'll link it here. Anyways, enjoy the show.

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Arc Sister: See ya later, Jaune.

Jaune: See ya, Vivi.

The Arc siblings shared a hug before the younger of the two stepped away to board the bullhead heading back to their childhood home in Ansel. Her time at Beacon was short, but well spent as the two would laugh and reminisce of their youthful upbringing on the family farm. However, it wasn't long after she'd left and Jaune made his way back to his dorm that trouble started brewing.

Cardin: Hey, Jauney-boy.

Jaune: What's up, Cardin?

Cardin: You seen the latest memes?

Jaune: What meme?

Cardin: The one of your sister floating around.

Jaune: ...WHAT?

Across Cardin's screen, down the Beacon group chat and slipping into the Schneenet were images and memes of Jaune's younger sister in her armor set. Cardin noticed the screen started getting brighter on both ends of his scroll, which only happened if someone was gripping the device too hard.

Cardin: Hey, hey! (Yanks scroll away) Easy with the-

Jaune: WHO?!

Cardin: Huh?

Cardin was held by his chest plate and brought down to eye level with Jaune. Eye level of an older brother thinking only the most violent of thoughts.

Jaune: WHO DID THIS?!

Maybe showing images of people mocking his little sister's "Very nice~!" catchphrase wasn't such a good idea after all.

[theladyofwutheringheights]

When you finish crime and punishment…

[sinisterexaggerator]

NSFW / 18+

[Hancock]

➤ oneshots:

Nothing to lose

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are important to John Hancock; there is a radstorm brewing. As a skilled and reformed scavver, you’re after a part for a decommissioned lounger—it belongs to Doc Amari’s famed Memory Den.

Hancock's tense; he should have gone with you, but it’s not too late to search you out. He would be glad to have you home safe in his arms, only things don’t always go as planned, nor do you go unpunished for your negligence.

Little Red Dress

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You're wearing a little red dress, one that teases and tantalizes Hancock. You're the Mayor of Goodneighbor's prized possession, and it does not bode well for you to tempt him so, especially in public.

Hard Feelings

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are the General of the Minutemen. Hancock is your companion when out on missions. It's all fun and games until there are hard feelings at play, the ghoul thinking that one day you just might leave him.

➤ headcanons:

First impression

NSFW Alphabet

Possible explanation for why Hancock likes you addicted to chems

Game glitch (cw:suicide)

[Nick Valentine]

➤ oneshots

Final Straw

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

valentine x f!reader

Summary: You're sick to death of listening to people insult and belittle Nick; you take matters into your own hands, much to the Synth's surprise, but your methods are a little bit unorthodox.

True Colors

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

valentine x f!reader

Summary: Nick Valentine hardly ever leaves your thoughts, but you're barely on his radar. Your infatuation takes a rather interesting turn; you're caught red-handed in his bed, wearing candy apple lipstick and a freshly laundered dress. What is to become of you? Will you be able to confess your feelings, or will you run away instead?

�� headcanons:

First impression

[Valencock]

✩ Coming soon.

[Cooper Howard / The Ghoul]

✩ Coming soon. Maybe? Idk.

➤ Memes/random: #1 | #2 | #3 |#4 |#5 |#6 |#7 |#8 | #9 | #10 | #11 | #12 | #13 | #14 | #15 | #16

➤ Thot thoughts / incorrect quotes: #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5

[misshoneyimhome]

🇸🇪 GRATTIS PÅ FÖDSELSEDAGEN - William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius - May 1st 🇸🇪

[Willy’s birthday party]

Thank you for participating in this little celebration 🥳 Though it was with short notice, I do appreciate all the inputs 🙏🏼 And hopefully, this blurb is somewhat enjoyable to read, as we prepare for the match to come 🤍

Warnings; 18+ smut; just loads of oral sex (f and m receiving) , unprotected penetrative sex;

Word count; 2.3K+

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost

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Morning Bliss

The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle golden light across the bedroom where you and William lay entwined in each other's arms. It was a rare moment of tranquillity amidst the chaos of playoff season, and you were determined to savour it.

William had returned late the previous night, weary from the excitement of the game in Boston. But today was special—it was his birthday, a day of celebration and happiness. You had silently promised yourself not to mention his birthday until the outcome of the game was decided, as you didn't want to add any unnecessary pressure or dampen the mood if the Leafs were to face an exit from the playoffs. But fortunately, luck had been on their side, and the team emerged victorious.

As the gentle hum of your alarm clock filled the room, you shifted beside William, a playful grin forming on your lips. Careful not to disturb his slumber, you slipped out of bed to prepare the first meal of the day, approved by Margaret of course. Then returning with a tray filled with his favourite breakfast treats – Swedish pancakes, with cloudberry jam and cream, scrambled eggs, and bacon along with some fresh berries – you placed it on the empty side of the bed.

The scent of warm pancakes filled the air, mingling with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. And sensing movement, Pablo and Banksy, the two furry companions, stirred from their slumber at the foot of the bed, their tails wagging with excitement.

Then with a tender touch, you brushed a stray strand of hair from William's forehead, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Time to rise and shine, birthday boy," you whispered softly.

Slowly, William began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he caught the delightful scent wafting through the room. A lazy smile graced his lips as he took in the scene before him – the woman he adored, his beloved dogs, and a tray filled with breakfast delights.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice still laced with sleepiness as he sat up a little.

You chuckled softly, snuggling up beside him as you arranged the tray between you. "Happy birthday, Willy," you said, your words brimming with warmth and affection.

And together, you indulged in a leisurely breakfast in bed, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company, which was enough to dispel any lingering drowsiness. With the morning sun casting its golden glow across the room, you couldn't help but feel thankful for this peaceful moment amidst life's chaos. As you stole glances at William, his eyes shining with joy, you realised that there was nowhere else you'd rather be than right here, celebrating the man who had captured your heart.

Home Comforts

As the morning gently shifted into early midday, you and William embraced the day with a serene sense of calm and satisfaction. Following a relaxed breakfast in bed, you both lingered beneath the covers, browsing Instagram reels and sharing soft laughter as you stumbled upon amusing memes and adorable puppy videos.

But then eventually, the call of the day grew stronger, and you rose from bed, leaving William to luxuriate in the warmth of the sheets for a little while longer, before he finally made his way out the door in his most comfort attire to take the dogs for a walk. 

Meanwhile, padding into the kitchen, you slowly began preparing a special lunch for him, one that would evoke memories of his childhood in Sweden—Swedish meatballs.

The comforting scent of sizzling meat and aromatic spices filled the kitchen as you worked, a nostalgic aroma that brought a smile to your face. Aware of William's fondness for these familiar flavours, you took delight in crafting them for him, aiming to provide a taste of home on his special day.

And as the meatballs simmered to perfection, you carefully set the table, adding thoughtful touches here and there to enhance the meal's charm. Then when William returned from his call with family and his leisurely stroll with the dogs, he was greeted by the tempting aroma of his favourite dish filling the air.

The joy that lit up his face upon entering the kitchen warmed your heart, his eyes brimming with happiness at the sight before him. "Swedish meatballs?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and delight.

You nodded, a playful grin playing on your lips.

And together, you enjoyed yet another meal; a relaxed lunch, savouring each mouthful of the delicious food as you chatted and chuckled, relishing the simple pleasure of each other's company. With the sun still casting its warm glow around the room, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments together, celebrating the man you adored in the comfort of your own home.

Then later in the day, William headed off to some training and ice time, where his teammates briefly acknowledged his birthday amid their focused preparations for the upcoming game. However, upon returning home, he found a different kind of solace awaiting him—a sanctuary of tranquillity and affection where he could leave the demands of hockey behind and simply unwind.

Sensual Delights

Yet, as William crossed the threshold into your home, the fatigue from the day's training and ice time began to fade, replaced by a surge of excitement and anticipation. His senses sharpened as he caught sight of you, reclining on the table, naked and adorned with his other favourite delicacy—sushi.

A tangible tension filled the air, charged with desire and longing as William's gaze roamed over your figure, his heart quickening its beat. Relaxation was the furthest thing from his mind now, replaced by a different kind of hunger.

The dinner unfolded at a leisurely pace; each bite of sushi cherished with reverence as a sensual aura enveloped you both. Soft music floated through the room, the sultry melodies of Drake, The Weeknd, and Post Malone enhancing the seductive ambiance.

With each morsel of sushi, William alternated between eating and feeding you, the intimacy of the moment deepening the connection between you. His touch was tender yet possessive as he traced the curves of your body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your skin as he indulged in the feast before him.

But it was when his lips brushed against your bare core, drawing sweet moans of pleasure from your lips, that the intensity of the moment truly ignited. Slowly, teasingly, William trailed kisses up your body, savouring every inch of your skin as you exchanged smiles, laughter, and passionate kisses. Completely lost in a haze of desire, you surrendered to the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his touch as he worshipped you with his lips and tongue.

Time seemed to stand still as you immersed yourselves in each other, the outside world fading into insignificance as you luxuriated in the ecstasy of the moment. William was a master of diving into meals, and your cunt was just another perfect treat on the menu. The taste of your juices, mixed with the sweet sounds of your moans only had his mind boing wild.

And after a rather intense yet wonderful orgasm, you presented him with his birthday gifts, each one chosen with love and thoughtfulness. The designer watch he had longed for adorned his wrist, a symbol of your enduring love. And the small, framed photo of Pablo and Banksy, rendered in pop art style, brought a smile to his face, a reminder of the joy and companionship you shared.

Sweet Indulgence

With the lingering scent of sex in the air, you and William seamlessly transitioned from savouring dinner to indulging in dessert. The cake, a traditional Swedish recipe handed down from William's mother, tempted you both with its sweet fragrance filling the room.

Yet, this wasn't just about eating cake. With desire still smouldering between you, each bite became an intimate exchange, shared between lovers with a hunger that surpassed mere food.

As you fed each other morsels of cake, the sweetness of the icing blending with the saltiness of your skin, the line between indulgence and foreplay blurred. Occasionally, your lips met in fiery kisses, the taste of cake lingering as you explored each other's mouths with a passion born from desire.

But soon, William's lips found your skin once more, tracing kisses along your neck and collarbone with an intensity that left you breathless. With skilled expertise, he teased and tantalised your senses, his tongue creating patterns of bliss across your skin until you were lost in pleasure.

"Mmm, loved the cake, baby," he huskily hummed against your skin. "But how about I eat your cake..."

And then nother wave of pleasure surged through you as William's skilled mouth drove you to new heights of bliss. Lost in the moment, you surrendered to the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his touch as he brought you to another climax with his oral skills.

But even as you revelled in the afterglow, William's own desires burned fiercely within him, evident in his hardness. With a commanding growl, he guided you to the table, his need for a release clear as he claimed you with fervour, bending you over.

His thrusts were slow and deep, yet deliberate and passionate, each movement bringing you closer to the peak of ecstasy. The table beneath you rocked with the force of his movements, your moans mingling with his own primal sounds of pleasure.

Yet, it was when he spun you around and lifted you onto the table, his actions growing more urgent, that you sensed you were both nearing climaxes. With each thrust, he propelled you towards the pinnacle of pleasure, the intensity of the moment threatening to consume you.

And as you reached the peak together, your bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at the irony of the situation. "Well, Happy Birthday to you," you whispered breathlessly, your voice filled with laughter and affection. "But it seems like I'm the one getting the presents."

As the echoes of pleasure dissolved into the air, you and William lay spent and breathless, savouring the aftermath of your passionate encounter. With a tender smile, you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before gently disentangling yourselves.

Intimate Interlude

The warm cascade of the shower enveloped you both as you stood together, washing away the remnants of cake and indulgence. It was a tender moment, filled with gentle caresses and whispered words of affection, the intimacy between you deepening with each passing second.

Once dried and refreshed, you tackled the remaining tasks of the evening with a shared sense of purpose, the anticipation of what lay ahead lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating scent. With meals prepared and the kitchen tidied, you settled onto the sofa, ready to lose yourselves in one of William's beloved movies.

Yet, as the film played on, the gentle touches between you evolved into something more, desire and longing thickening the air. It was a hunger that pulsed between you, drawing you closer until your lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within you both.

And with fervent kisses and roaming hands, you surrendered to the moment, consumed by passion and desire. The world around you faded as you explored each other with love and longing once again, the sound of your breath mingling with the rush of ecstasy as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment.

Even in the midst of passion, you kept your focus on the gift you wanted to give William on his special day. With tender kisses and whispered promises, you traced a path of gentle caresses down his body, leaving a trail of warmth until you reached your destination.

With anticipation building, you took his length into your mouth, your tongue expertly teasing and tantalising, driving him to the brink of pleasure. It was an unparalleled sensation, overwhelming him with ecstasy as he surrendered to the bliss of your touch.

And as he reached his climax, you eagerly embraced his release, relishing the taste of him on your tongue as you continued to show him your love and affection. It was a moment of pure joy, shared between two souls bound by an unbreakable bond.

With his release, you both knew it was time to retire to bed, mindful of the upcoming game. But as you nestled together beneath the covers, wrapped in each other's embrace, you found comfort in the knowledge that whatever tomorrow held, you would face it together, united in love and devotion.

[bogunicorn]

Inquisition companion coffee orders and how they'd be at a coffee shop, based on the less than a year I spent working at fake starbucks many years ago. In a different order than my last post, just for the hell of it. Some of these are based on real customers that I still remember. I wrote this at 5am when I was high and unable to sleep so keep that in mind if you think I'm wrong. I'm not wrong but you should keep it in mind. H'kay let's go

Josephine: large americano, extra shots, cream and sugar and sometimes a shot of a seasonal flavor if it's a special day. She comes in twice a day, she tips, and the baristas are all trying to figure out how she hasn't had a heart attack yet from having that much caffeine every day. Staff knows her name and likes her.

Dorian: Iced white chocolate mocha. It's the only thing he gets. He will not drink it hot. He will not try a different flavor. He shows up in the morning and orders two, one with ice and one without, and be puts the one without ice in the fridge to drink later. Staff knows him on sight, but they make him state his order every day as if they don't because he doesn't tip.

Varric: regular brewed coffee, but he likes to hang out at the cafe, work on his books, meet with people, etc. He's really nice, he over tips, and sometimes the staff "forgets" to charge him for a refill. He also orders whatever food they're running out of because he figures that means it's popular and therefore good.

Solas: Decaf brewed coffee, and then he puts a disgusting amount of sugar and cream into it. He actually hates coffee and refuses to drink caffeine, but he doesn't come for the drinks, he comes to people watch and do life drawings. He needs the coffee so he has a purchase that can reasonably last him hours before he's expected to spend more money, and hot coffee won't leave condensation on the table and get his paper wet. Staff knows him and their advice to each other is not to ask him questions because he will answer you, at length, in great detail, if it's something he knows about. But he occasionally just puts a couple 20s in the tip jar, so they've decided he's cool but kind of a weird nerd.

Blackwall: Seems like he'd be a "just a NORMAL COFFEE" kind of guy, but he's actually one of the staff's favorite customers. He's some kind of blue collar worker who comes in on the way to work and on the way home, and he gets the same thing every day: regular hot latte in the morning, decaf hot latte at night. He's always there at rush times, but he's polite and he tips even when service is crowded and messy. The baristas start making his coffee when we walks in the door if they notice him, so he rarely has to wait, but he seems flattered and grateful every time.

Sera: Her order is different every time she comes in and it's always something all fucked up and weird. Half the time she just shows them a screenshot on her phone of some complicated meme recipe from TikTok, or she wants whatever technicolor monstrosity frappuccino that's on special. The staff dreads her order, but she also has a habit of getting belligerent with customers who give the staff a hard time, so they're pretty sure Sera is like a part time security guard who demands meme drinks in payment. They're allowed to complain about her if they want, but they'll malicious compliance the fuck out or anyone else who does.

Iron Bull: He doesn't have a single go-to order, but he's nice and likes to ask the staff for recommendations if it's not too busy and lets them test new recipes on him. He always tries the seasonal flavors at least once. Sometimes he comes in with a group of friends who look like trouble on first glance, but Bull pays for them all at once, doesn't let them order blended drinks, and always makes sure they clean up after themselves, so it's okay.

Cullen: Just a NORMAL COFFEE. He's totally overwhelmed by the amount of choices, but this is the closest place to his office and getting out to buy coffee is his excuse to take a break and stretch his legs. The staff knows him and actually responds to "just a normal coffew" because it's too much trouble to interrogate him about which roast or what size cup, because last time he said, "I don't know, something dark? Whatever has the most caffeine in just a regular size to go cup." He's been drinking a medium blonde roast for years and still doesn't know what blonde roast is, save that he thinks he doesn't like it.

Leliana: Two shots of espresso over ice. Leliana had shit to do and she needs that caffeine in her body as fast as possible. The ice is there to keep her from burning her mouth off. She drinks it like it's whiskey and throws out her cup without even breaking stride.

Cole: Year round pumpkin spiced latte. If they're out of the syrup, he gets the cheapest thing on the menu, no add ins, and then doesn't drink it. He rarely comes in on his own; Cole is usually there with a friend and is aware that it's rude to be there without buying, but the pumpkin spice is the only thing he actually likes. He's polite but he creeps out the other customers with his thousand yard stare.

Cassandra: London Fog, but she never remembers what it's called. She drinks it because she wasn't sure and someone recommended it, but the name just will not stick in her head. She orders it as "hot Earl Grey tea with milk", she listens every time they say "okay, so a London Fog", but by the next time she's in she's forgotten. It's not really a big deal, though, she seems pretty overworked. At this point the staff would be sad if she did remember, honestly.

Vivienne: "The Usual". Literally only one barista knows her order, because it's some customized thing that that specific barista made for her once ages ago. Viv knows what's it in but she will not tell you because she doesn't trust anyone but that one barista to make it. If her regular person isn't around, she just gets a hot latte with sugar free vanilla. That one barista also won't tell you what's in it, but that's because Vivienne tips them directly instead of in the jar and they don't want to ruin a good thing.

**also if you like this and think "i'm gonna give this fine person a follow because they're so funny about dragon age", i made a new DA sideblog at @skyholdstarbucks where i'd post anything similar to this in the future

[gojosvoid-moved]

husbands aran and shinsuke would take such good care of you pls i'm actually getting emotional over it :')

they're both up earlier than you given their jobs and schedules but aran always spends some more time after his morning run and shower in bed with you, while shinsuke is already out and about. he tells you about cute dogs he saw and your plans for the day, kissing your sleepy giggles from your lips and leaving you so loved and feeling warm all over once he really has to leave. and then there's shin who always prepares breakfast for the three of you, his own little ritual before going to the fields; careful, gentle, competent hands handling the food with so much love that you can taste it once you sit down to enjoy his labor. the rice is soft, the vegetables perfectly seasoned and the freshly brewed coffee fills you both with energy and a deeply seated, all encompassing appreciation as you think of him.

shinsuke also makes sure to check in on you once he's taking his afternoon break, whether you're home or not, and the two of you talk about everything and nothing at all, simply enjoying each other's company. he picks up on all your moods and always manages to cheer you up with his loving honesty, telling you about all your qualities and the things he loves about you. your face heats up every time, no matter how long it's been since you got together, because the open, unabashed way he talks about you so endearingly leaves no room for discussion. you, in turn, give him as much love back as you can— so many heart emojis via text, your spoken thanks in case you're on the phone during your own break, or kisses if you're home with him, taking extra care to leave him a little breathless yourself, whispering soft praises and thanks against his skin.

most days, aran comes home late, given the strict training schedule he has. he is one of the best, after all, and that doesn't come from taking it easy. (you've been texting all day, though, and he always returns to his routine with a gentle smile on his lips and better posture, cherishing the sweet words and terrible memes you've been sending him. it gives him strength— to know that you're always there cheering him on, whether it's at an actual game or from home or your work place while he's training to get stronger.) shinsuke and you are both in the kitchen, soft instrumental music playing in the background as you chatter with each other, and it feels so much like home that aran's chest tightens every single evening without fail. he toes off his shoes in the genkan and moves into the beautiful, open kitchen, smile already on his face and he watches the two of you light up as you greet him. he steps towards shinsuke first, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, hand on his hip and a mumbled „tadaima“ muffled by the skin to skin contact. you watch them from your spot at the table with almost actual hearts in your eyes, face in your hands and a giddy excitement growing in your belly at having both your boys home with you again.

author's note ⊹ hi thank you for reading!!!! if you enjoyed, reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 2 Isn't it Romantic?

A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me!

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Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets. 

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst,

Book sighs walking up to Three “You done? We need to put our heads together and figure out how we can fuse.” Heart bites a cookie humming while Spade waits till Heart isn't looking to steal multiple cookies. Noticing what Spade is doing, Heart giggles acting like he isn't looking “I know this isn't all sunshine and rainbows but we are here together! Let's head home, get some coffee and think!” Three sighs walking ahead of them not wanting to look at Heart, Book frowns noticing the shift in Three’s behavior as they walk back to the cafe. 

Heart takes out a new keyboard from the bag humming “You think blue would like this?” Spade rolled his eyes. “Four is always on his computer. I swear that dumbass must be glued to it…so yeah he will.” While Heart and Spade talked, Book walked over to SMG3 “Feeling overwhelmed, or are you not a fan of having your heart open to the world?”  Three bites his lip staring at Heart then he walks over to the table with his leftover coffee and tosses it in the fridge “That can't be a part of me, i mean SMG4 is such a loser me falling for him ha funniest joke!” 

Book frowns “I think you should think harder about your feelings on this Original,” Heart turns hearing what Three said and frowns. Spade sighs, smacking Heart at the back of his head “If you're that worried then go show him why you're important, not that I care or anything about what happens. Just go, the idiot should be home.” Heart gives spade a soft smile before sneaking out of the cafe. Nervously he thinks of an excuse as a reason for the odd appearance as he enters the castle, there he sees SMG4 patting Beegs head with a huge smile. Heart could feel himself glow looking at the man, blushing as he approaches. “Um hey SMG4…” he takes a deep breath getting ready, Four turns around looking at him confused “What's with the pink?” Heart facepalms and groans doing his best to pull out a different trait, he crosses his arms “I made a bet and welp i got the shit end of that stick, look can we just not talk about my looks.” Four frowns before nodding feeling bad for his partner. He hums thinking of a way to cheer up the man, thinking up the perfect place he grabs Hearts hand causing the personality eyes to glow for a moment. 

“I need to do some meme research, want to join me?” he winked at Heart causing the personality to blush, then he intertwined his fingers with Four surprising him. Heart lets out a smirk that stuns the other guardian “Why of course! I may not know about living memes but an afternoon with you doesn't sound so bad!” SMG3 was feeling done with the conversations about Heart, there was no way someone like that is a part of him. His chest started to feel warm, his mind was then swarmed with thoughts of SMG4. His smile, the smug look he gives when he knows he has you beat. Three was confused as to the sudden urge to run to four and pull him in for a kiss, his face goes bright red as he turns and finally notices Heart is now missing from the cafe. He pushes Book aside looking at the empty chair next to Spade “where is he?”

Spade smirks as he paints his nails “Where is who? Oh you mean pinky, heard he got himself a hot date!” Three felt a chill go down his spine, he grabs the straps of spades overalls “WHAT DO YOU MEAN!” Book runs up to the pair pulling SMG3 away from spade, once free the personality checks his nails to make sure the paint wasn't ruined. Book sighs comforting the upset Three “Original we need to grab Heart, people will notice your strange look and that can lead to some trouble!”  SMG3 glares at Spade and nods “Yeah, we need to make sure people don't think he is me or at least belong to me bleh.” Book lets out another sigh unsure how he can convince the man that Heart is a part of him, Spade nods after checking if his nails were dry to slip back his gloves “Who cares? I mean know how many fucking people saw me?” Book smacks Spade “Behave! Are you aware of what would happen if we stay out here too long away from our body?” the other personality rolls his eyes as he opens the cafe door. SMG3 walks out the door, he was panicking he wasn't sure what that pink version of him is up to.  He did have to admit that there have been moments things were a little on the gay side between both him and four but they both agree it meant nothing. His face goes red again at the memories as Book chuckles “What's wrong original, feeling emotional about something?” 

SMG3 turns and glares at Book, the man shrugs seeing the glare “Look, Heart is a part of your emotions you can't keep denying it i mean look at you. I bet the igloo showed up again in your mind like it usually doe-” before he can finish he gets tackled by both Spade and SMG3 as they both yell “WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!!” SMG4 was driving his forklift on the hunt for any freshly born memes while Heart was beside him humming a song. Four let out a soft smile hearing the hum, even though the man seemed upset earlier it made him happy to see and know that this ride was cheering him up “Feeling better?”  

Surprised by the question, Heart panic thinking “Uh yeah guess so! I mean how can I not when you're by my side blue!” He covers his mouth, eyes wide. SMG4 hits the brakes and stares at Heart “Blue..? I uh didn't take you as a nickname guy, it's uh heh nice i don't mind it.”  he blushes unsure how to take the sudden nickname. Heart hearing the reaction gave the man a huge smile making SMG4 mind go blank “Oh i'm so happy you like it!”  While SMG4 missed the usual look of SMG3 the side he is showing today was a rare sight, he wanted to memorize that smile. Noticing his train of thoughts he panicked, the sudden movement made him slip off the forklift. He screams as he hits the floor making Heart jump off to check on him “ARE YOU OKAY FOUR?!” As heart ran over to SMG4 his hat fell off, Four stared wide eyed at Heart and the light was hitting him just right to make it look like he was glowing. Teal green eyes looking into his blue ones as the wind blows his hair, he never noticed how fluffy SMG3 hair was even in a ponytail. He stretched his hand out to him, a sight that felt familiar “Get up scrub we have memes to hunt!” 

Four takes Heart hand, he pulls him up quickly causing Four to get a little too close as their noses are now touching. Heart let out a shy giggle as SMG4 was lost in his eyes, he knew these feelings well it wasn't the first time he felt this way around Three. This time though they felt stronger, flustered he stepped back “uh thanks..” SMG3 was looking around everywhere he thought would be romantic, that's when he felt his face heat up. His heart was racing and thoughts of SMG4 was swarming him “STOP! I HATE HIM AND WILL NEVER LOVE HIM LIKE THAT!” Book and Spade freeze from the outburst, the pair exchange a concerned look. That's when Book notices a stain showing up on Three chest, he leans in seeing the stain was purple and was coming out where SMG3's heart was. “...You need to accept the truth. How long will you push Heart away! Look at yourself by pushing your heart away, you're getting corrupted!” 

Confused he looks down seeing the purple stain, he touches it and flinches from a burning pain. This meant nothing he told himself as he kept walking trying to find his last personality, Book glares at Three making Spade cross his arms “Book, if the corruption has started that means Heart is going to vanish right? And if that happens we are fucked to yeah?” Book nods looking down sadly “If we lose heart we won't be able to feel anything…we will be an empty husk..” Spade takes off his hat then takes out a photo of Eggdog and smiles brightly at it, he then looks up at three and casually shows the photo “Hey what do you think about this?” Three looks at the photo of Eggdog and softens then continues walking “It’s cute but we need to find Heart!” Spade looks at the photo stunned. Book frowns as he puts his arm around Spade “This is bad, we normally would scream of excitement how deep in the pit is original..” 

Spade sighs putting the photo back into his hat “Get your fucking hand off of me,” Book lets out a nervous chuckle as he steps away from the man. Spade watches as the purple stain grows, he growls showing his sharp teeth as he stomps forward passing Three as he hunts down Heart. Heart was having a fun time watching Four take pictures of memes and writing down notes on them. Heart opens his mouth then freezes as he feels sharp pain go through his body. He looks down and sees the color on his overalls start to fade, his hands start to shake “Heh…still rejecting me…why…what did i do wrong?” Heart eyes start to water realizing he was being erased. SMG4 stands up excited to show a meme he found when he noticed Heart was shaking “Three are you okay?” Heart jumps hearing Four and starts to run away ignoring the man calling out to him. If he were to die he wouldn't do it in front of SMG4, the world starts getting blurry as he falls to the floor.

He could hear the panic in Fours voice nearby giving Heart more strength to get up and run “I…can't stop,” he then locked eyes with Spade running towards him. If heart didnt feel like he was going to pass out he would tease the tsundere personality for looking so worried. Spade dashes and catches Heart “HEART! GUYS I FOUND HIM!” Heart coughs and breaks down crying as he sees more of his color fade “Spade…i don't feel so good..” Spade nods patting Hearts head “Don't worry pinky, if i have to i will beat our original ass just know i'm not doing this for you alright? I'm just doing it because I would hate to lose my love of bombs.” Spade blushes as he picks up Heart and runs to the others, SMG3 eyes go wide seeing the energetic personality so weak and pale. The teal green eyes have gone gray, the rest of his clothing was slowly following. He reaches out to only feel sharp pain in this chest “AH FUCK WHAT IS THIS PAIN?!” he drops to his knees shaking as he looks at his hand covered in a strange purple liquid. Book slowly walks up to Heart and holds his hand “The pain is your heart dying…every time you reject him the more you reject having emotions. Heart is dying because you can't admit no because you're too much of a coward to admit the truth.” 

Book glares at Three “I SMG3 Logic admit the truth that i am in love with SMG4,” Three shakes his head causing more pain, Heart eyes flicker red for a moment as Spade sighs his face turning red “I guess…yeah i could be in love with that idiot so what?!” SMG3 shakes his head making Spade angry  “LISTEN FUCK FACE! WHAT'S SO WRONG HAVING FEELINGS! I LOVE BOMBS AND VOILENCE WOW HOW FUCKING HARD WAS THAT TO SAY!” Heart taps Spade letting him know to put him down. Heart eyes glow red as he gets closer to Three then smacks him “WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT ME! WHAT DID I DO WRONG!” SMG3 starts to cry as he suddenly hugs Heart. Spade and Book take a step back surprised, heart softens as he wraps his arms around Three. As SMG3 kept crying slowly the color was returning to Heart “I…what if he stops being friends with me…i cant..i can't lose someone again.” 

Heart lets out a giggle “ Love is scary but remember what happens when you don't let me do my thing? We lost Terrance..and he never got to know we loved him like a son..please stop rejecting me.” he looks up his eyes looking into Hearts. He felt the pain slowly leave his chest as he wipes his tears, Heart gives him a soft smile starting to feel himself again “Honestly why are we so stubborn with our emotions hehe.” SMG3 lets out a soft smile “I love SMG4…i really do and im scared about it,” Spade rolls his eyes “Nothing to be scared of, not like that bitch can do anything if he does I BLOW HIM UP HAHA!” Three sighs watching Spade letting out an evil laugh.  Book lets out a huge smile “I’m so glad we got over that, cause now we have a new problem. Wasn't heart hanging out with SMG4?”

“SMG3 WHERE DID YOU GO!?” Four was running around in a panic wondering where SMG3 was. Three and Heart stand up in a panic “Shit!”

[ihhfhonao3]

Not to put on the tinfoil hat but guys think about this. Pretty much all the ace attorney games are now ported and localized. Theres a steady stream of content, the twitter keeps people engaged by playing with the memes we’ve made, they’re ACTIVE with us. The community is pretty big, don’t lie- we randomly trend on tumblr all the time. And the pop up cafes all over Japan should be telling of the series’ success in its original home. They’re trying to keep us interested and engaged in purpose and the fandom is still a beating heart amongst this- I won’t even BE on aatwt and I’ll see like a “share your blorbos!!” Post and someone WILL retweet with miles Edgeworth. We’re alive and healthy and they’re keeping us into it. That said…

Do I smell aa7 brewing in the distance?????

Like I don’t wanna give false hope but IT MAKES SENSE