#roasters

[fieriframes]

[Roasters.]

[comicgoals]

Common Man Coffee Roasters

[johnkylie93]

Best Coffee Roasters in New York City

With 30+ roasteries and enough counters to fuel an army of office-bound caffeine heads, NYC is undoubtedly one of the country’s most prolific coffee cities.

But that comes with its own set of problems: eternally wondering whether you are, in fact, drinking the freshest cuppa joe in the neighborhood.

[lightshome]

Brunch Date : Axil Coffee Roasters

[phel-tanya]

Kenny Rogers Roasters Vanilla Muffin

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Kenny Rogers Roasters Vanilla Muffin

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Brunch Date : Axil Coffee Roasters

[superbeans89]

Broke: Hipsters

Woke:

[homeskllet]

thought this would be funny with a skylander figure

[aruharus-minitelier]

[ettle]

Hey from one disabled person to another:

If one accessibility device available to me used ten thousand bagillion pounds of precious water, stole from a bunch of people who didn't consent, led to mass economic disaster for millions including my fellow disabled people, AND was objectively just shitty and poor quality, I wouldn't want to use it or advocate for it in any way. I'd maybe look at other accessibility devices.

[terrariafan230]

terminal fixation im afraid

[columboscreens]

[lale-txt]

˚₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥ +18 ; dilf!bokuto ; f!reader

retired pro-athlete bokuto kōtarō felt never more at ease in his life than he does now. he still gets up early for his morning run (much to your chagrin) but always returns with a sweet treat from the bakery down the road (much to your delight) and comes crawling back to bed with you after his shower, hair still damp and stubble scratching against your skin when he trails kisses from your jaw down to your neck. in all these years he hasn't lost an ounce of his energy and stamina, and while his body changed–a softer tum, grew a beard, less bruised hands–his adoration for you stayed the same, unwavering and steady.

bokuto doesn't ask for much in life. he's content with holding you, your back nestled against his front, big arms enveloping you from behind, the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt around his softening cock, the sheets a damn mess. you're so warm, dripping for me, baby. so perfect for me. the calloused pads of his fingers drawing lazy circles around your clit, making you squirm and whine so sweetly first thing in the morning. you are his favorite morning workout and he’s more than happy to oblige when you haven’t quite gotten your fill yet, flipping you over so you’re straddling his thick thighs, a low ‘ride me’ murmured against the shell of your ear. 

to think that you were akaashi’s editor once; your first big girl job, so eager and full of life, always on his heel about meeting deadlines–only to call bokuto sobbing when akaashi locked you out or decided to delete half of the manuscript of his book without consulting you first. bokuto handled it. bokuto took care of everything. bokuto was there, he showed up when you needed a shoulder to cry on (and later a tongue to cum on) and always found the right words to put the sun back on your horizon. 

at first you only had bokuto on speed dial for when you needed a pep talk to pick up your confidence again; he was good at that–reminding you of what you’re capable of, having trust in you when you forgot how to, being the reassuring big hand between your shoulder blades. then, some time later, he talked you through your messy pillow humping sessions at the other end of the line, patiently waiting till your mewls and heavy breaths faded into soft snores and then staying up some more while you were sound asleep. eventually he got you a burner phone, one where he’d text you the address of whatever hotel he was staying at while on the road with his team, always a hot bath and room service ready for you when you arrived. it was a miracle when your feet even touched the ground really, from the way he picked you up at the threshold and carried you from one flat surface to another, preferably with your legs around his waist and his cock throbbing inside of you.

it was impossible not to fall for bokuto; not when he kisses you with his hands cupping your face as if he’s holding his entire world, or when the constellation of stars in his eyes carries your name, or when he murmurs your name like it’s a spell he’s under. whether your thighs are suffocating him while he eats you out like a man starved or fucks you against the hotel room window at the top floor–there’s no doubt his love runs deep, deep, deeper than his cock hitting the back of your throat, molding you like molasses. 

you are his to protect, his to keep, his to adore. his.

[ihaveasparagus29]

Uh uh uh uhm GHOST ROASTER BLAST

[darklight-phantasm]

and they're goth and transition goals... this is the future the left wants