#limited coffee

[italyveneziano]

Son boy obtained

[oceanwithouthermoon]

saikis powers are a vital part of him so it makes sense that people who dont know about them cant truly understand his whole self, but its also very silly to me when people act like its the ONLY important part of him... people act like his friends that arent in the know are completely blind to who saiki is, but i feel like that kinda means you missed some major points... he cant keep his powers a secret forever and it DOES matter, but he can still be loved and KNOWN without knowing about them... hes still human, he still has a personality, he still has regular likes and dislikes, etcetc

his friends perspectives on him may have been wrong at first, but they CHANGED... they know him and love him, and theyll KEEP loving him the SAME once they know of his powers...

​some people cough cough cough in this fandom like to reduce saiki to JUST his powers and its so obvious that you just. missed everything. you didnt absorb anything from the show, you just saw it and went "ha, everyone thinks hes just a guy when hes actually super cool and powerful" no no no, he IS cool and powerful but look a little closer and at his core he is still LITERALLY JUST A GUY 😭😭😭

hes such a guy.....

[sparticus2000art]

Sans undertale

But I wanted to practice pixel art with a limited colour palette

I’m pretty proud of how he turned out tbh

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #69

Danny had been lucky to get this job at the cafe. They had taken a chance on a stranger without any paperwork. But, well, this was probably a front for some crime group so Danny didn’t think they really had a problem with the lack of knowledge about his past. 

And, really, all he has to do is work and keep his head down. Easy! He can survive in Gotham like this.  If only there wasn’t this guy he was almost sure was a cop of some kind. Asking lots of questions, with bags upon bags under his eyes. He’s not even sure “Tim” is his real name. Unfortunately, he’s also growing quite fond of the guy.

[buffetlicious]

I did not see it mentioned anywhere on their social media sites, but The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf Singapore is having four slices of cake for S$20 promotion. Considering that each piece used to cost S$7.80 to S$8.50; now is your chance to grab some. Bought one each of Pandan Gula Melaka Cake (comes with separately packed gula melaka syrup), Chocolate of a Thousand Leaves, Biscoff Cheesecake and Mint Cookies & Cream Cake.

Pandan Gula Melaka Cake image courtesy of The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf Singapore.

[lena-thinks-too-much]

I headcanon that Tim's caffeine problem functions like my friends caffeine problem. In that he actually hates caffeine but he'll chug 3 red bulls when he needs to lock in. He's going to stay up regardless of the caffeine thanks to the insomnia. But without it he's not going to brain very much. He likes coffee less but it's an acceptant substitute of energy drinks are not available. He'll drink the energy drink over like a really sweet frappaccino because it's the only thing guaranteed to keep him alert and at peak mental condition. He doesn't drink it as often as people think he does but when he does drink energy drinks, he'll consume and ungodly amount in one sitting. Then he'll crash at like 5 in the morning and complain when he has to wake up 3 hours later.

[xierru]

the astral express's limited edition crew mochis!!

[one-hit-boy-wonder]

both clark and lois believe that they're invincible but for lois it's an attitude she had to adopt to succeed when everyone tries to make her stop for clark it's a burden he has to live with knowing everyone else can so easily break. when lois is pregnant with jon she continues into run headlong into danger up until she literally can't run meanwhile clark is freaking out about her lifting things and lying on her stomach at 3 months

[repotting]

a pet peeve of mine is stuff proudly labelled vegan but it's farmed w slave labor. like how is that vegan then.

we made this without exploiting or harming any animals!!! (but the human children forced into dangerous and underpaid agricultural labour to make this product don't matter i guess???)

like how are you gonna try to sell me child abuse chocolate and tell me it's vegan like come on

[uwudonoodle]

Normalize breakfast soup!

[bayleavesfromthevine]

would love to see sakura make a single phone call, specifically to sugishita

[impossiblepluto]

Jack strolls into the house, heading immediately for the kitchen, and continuing the animated conversation that occupied the entire drive over. That he was alone in the car and upon entrance has gained an audience doesn't break his stride-- pace or verbal deluge. Mac's a smart guy, he'll pick up the topic and register his opinions-

Within the depths of the fridge, Jack stops short, bumping the back of his head as he quickly backs up, straightening, and staring intently into the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Mac stares back. 

Jack crosses his arms as the refrigerator door swings closed. "What's wrong?"

Mac's gaze darts around the room as though searching for whatever raised Jack's hackles, before returning to Jack. "What do you mean?"

"Something's wrong." Jack takes a step toward the living room. He too scans the room, though his stare is slower, piercing and precise before lingering on Mac. 

"Something's wrong?" Mac repeats with an air of skepticism.

"Yeah. Why are you repeating me?"

Mac scoffs. "I'm not repeating you." Before Jack can retort, Mac shakes his head and continues. "I'm trying to figure out how you can walk in here, distracted by an argument you were waging against yourself, yet still apparently losing, barely look around and declare that something is wrong.” 

"Oh ho,” Jack leans a shoulder against the wall. “You are good."

"I'm good? Wait. No. I'm still not repeating." Mac squeezes the bridge of his nose. "I am just sitting here."

"Yeah,” Jack’s brow furrows. He straightens, feeling the pieces of the puzzle beginning to come together like he’s that one French detective from the movies Bozer makes them watch, and steps into the living room. “You’re sitting. On the couch."

"That is why I brought it. It's not just for you to sleep on."

"Sitting on the couch like a normal person sits on the couch. Not sprawled across it like a teenager with limbs askew in all directions just begging for back pain and bad posture.” 

Mac snorts but it lacks amusement. He doesn’t rise to the usual ‘tease Jack about getting old’ bait like he normally would. 

“So, you want to tell me what’s up?” Jack sits on the old trunk which doubles as a coffee table. 

"I... " Mac sighs and splices together three or four words under his breath.

Jack squints, tipping one ear closer to Mac, trying to decipher the mangled phrase. “Say again?” 

Looking up, Mac enunciates, "I tweaked my knee."

Jack winces. "Trail running? I told you you need some better shoes if you're gonna be out there jumping over logs and scaling mountains."

"I wasn't trail running." Mac pauses between his words as though each one is painfully eking out.

Jack cants his head.

"I stood up wrong."

Jack's face twitches. He's a government agent, damn it. He's got a better poker face than this.

"Shut up," Mac glowers.

"I'm sorry." Jack swallows his emotions. It’s not amusement. He’s not sure what emotion he would call it, but it’s sure not amusement. He’d never find anything funny about Mac getting injured. If anything, this emotion is concern. “You stood up... wrong?"

“It’s not funny.”

“No. It’s not funny. I’ve been sitting here thinking it’s not funny,” Jack defends himself. 

“You’re smirking.”

“I’m not smirking. I wouldn’t smirk if I heard you got hurt.”

“Even if I hurt myself by standing up weird?” 

“No.” 

“Oh. Thought maybe you’d see this as some sort of payback.”

“You mean for the fifteen years I’ve spent sharing my wisdom with you and you ignore it because you’re young and your joints still work like they’re supposed to and you couldn’t imagine waking up one day and suddenly something as simple as standing up can leave you limping and hobbling around for the rest of the day?” 

“Yeah.”

“Nah.” 

“Oh okay. Thought maybe it would be something like that.” 

“And I could see how you might think that. A less sensitive, empathetic man might.” 

Mac hums. 

“You need an ice pack?” 

“I’ve been thinking about getting one.” Mac sighs, looking toward the kitchen. “Don’t want to try getting up yet though.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No.”

Jack eyes him carefully.

“I did think about it-” Mac hurries to continue as Jack stares harder. “I want to wait it out. If I’m wrong you can gloat.” 

“I wouldn’t gloat either.” 

“Right. No smirking. No gloating. Got it. I’ll remind you.” 

Jack stands, knees creaking. “No smirking from over there either.” 

“No smirking.” Mac winces in sympathy at the sound. 

Jack pats Mac’s shoulder as he passes. 

“You were like my age when we met.” 

“Huh, I guess so. About a year older.” Jack grabs an ice pack from the freezer and returns to the living room. 

“I remember thinking you were ancient.” Mac reaches out to accept the proffered ice pack.

“Hey!” Jack withdraws his hand before the exchange is made.  

“At twenty-one you seemed old. Listening to the way you groaned when you got out of the humvee, that seemed a whole lot older than I feel now. Or at least older than I felt this morning.”

Jack nods in concession as he settles on the couch next to Mac and passes over the ice pack. Mac claps it on his knee. With a groan he raises his leg and positions it on a pillow.

“One day you’re able to sit all curled up like a pretzel, and the next you sneeze and can’t turn your neck for three weeks.” 

“I am almost sorry I teased you all these years.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I mean, compared to me you’re still like ancient. I have a few good years of teasing before it comes back to bite me.”

Jack opens his mouth to protest, then purses his lip. “You know, I’d grab that ice pack and run but honestly, watching you try to move that leg makes me hesitant to try it.” 

“It wasn’t fun.”

“Didn’t look like it was. Last thing we need is to explain to Matty how the both of us got taken out getting up from the couch.” 

Mac flops back on the sofa, blond hair splaying against the cushions. He drops his arm across his eyes. “That’s going to be almost as much fun as moving my leg.”

“I don’t envy that.” Jack leans forward with a grunt and scoops up the remote control. “Die Hard?”

Mac shrugs, eyes still covered by his arm. “Might as well. Don’t think I’m moving for a bit.” 

“Yippee-ki-yay.”

[soemthingsparkly]

Have some bad boy bracelets I drew for my fic, The Hermit Coffee Co.

Can also be viewed and appreciated without the fic context.

The context you should know though is that Jimmy and Joel made them and sent them to Grian, who now lives many hours away via plane

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey hey just a friendly PSA that you CAN and are ENCOURAGED to use up all five of your candy heart prompts if desired! I love all the various pairings and scenarios y'all send in, so when I see someone start off their prompt with "Is it okay if I send in another?" or "Can I be greedy?" I wanna grab you by the shoulders, lean in reeeealll close and go:

So yeah! :D In the words of our Lord and savior Gojo Satoru- "Be greedy." <3

That is all- Happy Tuesday everyone!

[buffetlicious]

I missed the Breakfast Bagel McDonald’s Singapore made available for a limited time last year. This year, beside the Breakfast Bagel Sausage, there are two new renditions - Breakfast Bagel Smoked Chicken Ham and Breakfast Bagel. The Breakfast Bagel cost $5.95 for an Extra Value Meal while the other two are priced at S$6.80 for the set meal.

I went with the Breakfast Bagel Sausage Meal which comes with a Hash Brown and a hot coffee or tea. I changed the hot beverage to the new Caramel Custard Frappé (top up S$1.75). Unwrapping the brown paper wrapper, I see a donut-shape sandwich with oozing melty cheeses. The chewy bagel buns are loaded with a slice of sausage patty, juicy grilled mushrooms, a round egg, and two types of cheddar cheese.

Got mum the Breakfast Filet-O-Fish Meal (S$6.65) with a Hash Brown and a cup of hot black coffee. This popular fish sandwich uses sustainably sourced fish, topped with melty cheese and creamy McDonald’s tartar sauce between soft, steamed buns.

Selected image and video courtesy of McDonald’s Singapore.

[thousandyearphantombunker]

i hate the fact the term karen went from describing a bitchy entitled customer to basically the modern day equivalent of calling a woman a harpy (misogynistic as fuck) and that people use the term on people out in public who are at the end of their rope emotionally from stress or a shitty day. I get it just because your having a rough time doesn't mean you get to be a dick but sometimes I think people are seriously lacking in empathy and I get it a lot shit the customer might be dealing with isn't your responsibility but like if a customer is struggling with something simple maybe don't be a dick? Just a thought.