#hqbrew:starter

[kvlcb-blog]

KJ: first thing’s first. KJ: which one of you are making me a nice thanksgiving dinner. KJ: please don’t make me sit at that weird diner again this year. KJ: you know, that weird one a couple of blocks away from the brew?

[hcnjce]

      + incoming snap from 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙚

jae: do you happen to know a good real estate agent? jae: i’ve developed a brand new hate for my neighbors and need to get out of this place. jae: who? the fuck?? adopts a few goats and lets them roam their backyard being noisy as fuck? is that legal?

[vanllacreme]

setting down the pencil, he presses the clip at the top of the drawing board to release the paper. with careful fingers he holds it up and blows on it lightly before turning it around to show the other with a beaming smile.  ‘ ta-da ! ’  he reveals a rough caricature of the person opposite him, just a practice run until he officially opens up shop in half an hour when the brew’s festivities officially begin. he even rushed over from his last final to get into costume as the WORLD’S TALLEST ELF and set up his station.  ‘ do you like it ? ’  he asks eagerly,  ‘ i can clean up the lines a little but i wanted to show you first. ’

[svki]

      + incoming snap from 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞

suki: so i’ve recently learned that i’m an amazing cook. suki: meaning i’m basically the full package. suki: and probably wasted my time on the wrong career. suki: could’ve been the next gordon ramsay. could’ve been calling people idiot sandwiches. 

[allurefm-blog]

✱*｡ﾟ ━━  SNAPCHAT RECEIVED FROM : 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 !

TOMMY : need something to fall asleep to TOMMY : currently accepting ( horror ) movie recs  TOMMY : don’t let me down or i’ll block you x

[bombinates]

hyoyoyeon: i hate myself hyoyoyeon: even on my days off i spend my entire days at the brew hyoyoyeon: someone get me a social life pls

[hirvethcd]

☼ 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⇢ 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻

↳ 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

↳ 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 ?

↳ 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺

[marsbaumer]

with a heavy hand, a plastic container was placed on the counter. a suspiciously sweet smile on her face as she placed one hand down and twisted to rest her elbow on the counter, then her chin on her fist. “ gotta question for you, “ she started without a prompt, trying to keep her expression lively even though her eyes were only slightly enthused. “ would you be willing to try these delectable freshly baked goods ? the only cost is your time and telling me your honest review. “ she quirked a brow, tapping her finger on the counter. their faux sweetness was quickly failing, but hopefully the potential treat would get the other to agree even without it.

[sunnyhvang]

˗ˏˋ open to everyone.

            it’s not very often that sunny gets the chance to use her oil paints in public — she uses watercolors often enough, and pencil and pen are her near constant companions, but oils require quite a bit more set up, so she usually keeps them at home ( the fact that they’re spread out who knows where in her room may or may not help with that decision ). today, however, she had an entirely free afternoon, and had decided to try and capture the interior of one of her favorite places in the city, the deja brew! she’d been sitting at a table near a window for some time now, the picture on her canvas slowly but surely becoming recognizable as the scene in front of her. a strand of hair escaped from the haphazard arrangement on the top of her head, and she pushed it back — only to realize that the paint which covered her hand was now also on her hair. a quiet    “ oh, gosh, ”    escaped her as she reached for a napkin, only to realize that she’d used the last one on her table not five minutes ago to correct some shading. she blew upwards, trying to get the currently blue strand of hair away from her eyes, then turned to the occupant of the table nearest to her own, a sheepish grin on her face.    “ excuse me ; i’m sorry to disturb, but do you happen to have any extra napkins? i used all of mine. ”

[c4kes]

coco: no thoughts head empty coco: cleaned my room, please tell why i found an angled spatula in my bed... coco: 😰😥😓😨😱

[blvelight]

sms  ✉  open

amla: SOS! should i dress rory up for halloween or not?

amla: there are so many cute ones here at spirit halloween, but i don't wanna become THAT (cat) mom or make him uncomfortable so i'm :/

[itzhyunjae]

the atmosphere was bright – christmas music playing in the background, strangers with their loved ones gathering inside, exchanging hugs, smiles, words, the staff catching zero breaks. it clearly was the season. hyun-jae didn’t notice it herself as her stare lingered a bit too long on one of the faces which seemed oddly familiar. she sighed, continuing on adding some more details to her almost finished gingerbread house. although the noise was heavy, hyun-jae felt footsteps stopping, and afterwards, someone’s heavy breathing tingling her neck. she didn’t turn around to face them. “if you’re here to get competitive, just a slight warning: you most likely stand no chance. i’ve won the most unique gingerbread house several times in a row when i was about 15.” her lips curled into a smile.

[sinbeau]

☕ . ˚ ◝ ( shownu. cismale. he/him. ) beau sin is a twenty seven year old capricorn. the (corrupt) cop’s go-to order is a cold brew latte and a glazed donut. they like to listen to burn the witch by radiohead while they wait for their order. the employees of the deja brew think they are cold-blooded but swear they’re totally bewitching as well. maybe that’s why yoga at dawn, tense muscles, mirrored aviators and dilated pupils remind me of them.

y’all are sick of me. but it’s me. kit. hello. here to write another bio for yet another boy i probably shouldn’t have made in the first place but here !! we !! are !! more under the cut. pls like this for me to jump into your ims for plots or hmu on discord @ jyp sleep paralysis demon#8974

**tw car crash, death, drugs.

name: beau sin age: twenty-seven gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual/heteroromantic birthday: december 31st zodiac: capricorn sun, taurus moon, virgo rising

here’s a pinterest board

For most of Beau’s life, he had things relatively easy. Born and raised in California into a loving family, with amazing parents and a little brother that only he was allowed to tease, everything was... Great. He was popular at school, was well liked, and was always pushed to exceed expectations academically without feeling too overwhelmed. The only bad thing you could say about Beau’s life, is that he was merely an inch off being that coveted six foot tall. But you can’t have everything, right?

When he was twenty years old, tragedy struck the Sin family, a drunk driver hitting their car head on as they returned home from a movie. Their parents were killed on impact, while Beau and his brother merely suffered a few injuries in the back seat. Once they were released from hospital, it was now up to Beau to take care of himself and his little brother. It was hard, and it took them years to get into a routine that suited them both, but now they were all each other had. 

Once his brother was old enough to work and earn some money towards the upkeep of the household, Beau made the decision that he was going to enrol in the police academy. The main goal was to be someone on the streets who could work to prevent more tragedies happening, like the one that happened to his family. He wanted to make the streets of Los Angeles a safer place for everyone. 

At first, must like the beginning of Beau’s life, everything went the way he had imagined. He graduated the academy with flying colors, the team he was working with were great, and he was helping to keep some awful people off the street and make LA safer. Just like he planned. But as time passed, some of the people he worked with moved on, some became bitter, and you know what they say? Misery loves company. The long hours, the constant overturn of the same awful people being let out and arrested over, and over again. It was enough to kill the bright optimism that had once been inside of him. 

It started with a bribe. A promise of if you let me go, this briefcase is yours. Then a if you don’t arrest me you can have the coke, just take it! Then, as time passed, it wasn’t even about the free cash, drugs, women. It was about the power. The power that came with putting someone like that away, and still taking what was theirs and making it his own. Soon enough he figured out that he might not be the only one in the precinct who thinks this way, which is maybe why everyone turns such a blind eye towards each other. His long nights at work now consist of jittery fingers tapping against his desk, dilated pupils, and a thirst for more. 

have some facts i couldn’t work into the paras:

beau took to drinking heavily after his parent’s passing. he isn’t nearly as bad now, but maybe that’s just the coke talking.

he is what you could call... kind of home of phobic. which was great for him when he found out his little brother is gay

since finding out, he’s actually come along way with tolerance and acceptance. maybe he isn’t completely comfortable with his lifestyle, but he tries to support him, or at the very least keep his mouth shut when he has something negative to say

don’t @ him about receiving blowjobs from people (dudes included) in holding cells for them to be let out early tho.........

is actually a really nice guy! polite, charming, deep down does really care about stuff. he’s just kind of dead inside

had quite an anger problem growing up, and has since started pilates and yoga to chill him tf out. (flexible? hell yeah!)

i will post some wc’s soon but for now here is my new boi :)

[bloviiate]

standing in queue for his daily order, minhee tapped with his feet on the ground, ❝ so, i just walked into this cafe right and three jehovahs suddenly bumped into me , ❞ talking on his phone, ❝ then they did their weird cross magic and told me i needed jesus and an exorcism to safe my soul ? how rude is that ! ❞ sighing, looking over at the person in front of him, ❝ excuse me, did they tell you to seek help too ? ❞ pointing at the men handing out leaflets outside the building.

[hirvethcd]

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲.”

[glaciials]

taking a big breath the brunette tried to collect herself -- it was moments like this she hated the promise she had made with herself, had it been any other situation she would not have done this but she promised she would finish the bucketlist. even if that meant being high as kite off of marijuana. -- of course yookyung would have wanted to know what it was like to smoke 5 blunts in an hour. arms filled with various bags of chips and sweets yoojung turned around to start walking to the shop register only for her to bump into someone, all her snacks crashing to the ground. bright red eyes looking up and down from the floor to the other person. ‘ .. my snacks. ’ the words left her lips with a small whine ‘ oh no. ’