#e: cafe

[8loom]

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#綱啓永 さん、 #NOA さん に心斎橋パルコ

B2F「James' dream」「Honmani Chicken」

に遊びに来ていただきました✨

展覧会に来た方も、そうでない方も心斎橋パルコで「君花」の思い出に浸ってみませんか？

#ブルーム  #君の花になる

[aestrologist]

here’s my little quiz .. find the color of ur aura 💫

🦋tag ur results

[semioticapocalypse]

Franz Hubmann. In a suburban coffee place. C. 1958

Follow my new AI-related project «Collective memories»

[green199213]

has anyone ever drawn fanart of the ghost gown from superstar saga? i might be one of the honored few.

[toonsforkicks22]

Yup and his wife thinks so too 💕

Cafe Maid MayDay 15

*I really need to write/draw their history sometime. But their marriage is, dare I say it, kind of way cooler than Bugs and Lola.

[oneshotfutureau-askblog]

Blight

Ling may or may not have been kidnapped by a pack of demonic penguins

Just warning you before nothing bad happens to you

Hopefully

[deus-ex-mona]

can’t believe chizuutan bought 60 copies of the nonfan+hitsuyou fukaketsu single and still holds the belief that aizo is straight

[crxmes]

via facebook

@crxmes

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Nevermore

Poe x fem!reader

Requested by: @stygianoir

Navi

Warnings: heavily implied fem!reader

Wordcount: ~300

"So...I have a surprise for you, Edgar."

For a moment, he didn't react; hunched over piles and piles of paper, a quill in his hand, and mumbling nonsense under his breath. Then, a vague kind of clarity flitted through his eyes.

"Huh? Oh really? What is it, my muse?"

You grinned, before placing the little black kitten on his desk. He wrote on for a minute before he froze. The kitten had moved to gently bump his hand with its head, letting out a tiny meow as its big eyes stared at your husband.

"What - what is that?"

"A kitten."

"Yeah, I can-"

"Black. Like the one in your story."

"Oh."

He paused, nearly absentmindedly hovering the feathery tip of his quill over the kitten for it to play with.

"Was craving it while making the illustrations for it."

"Understandably." For some reason, his countenance seemed to falter. He looked near troubled. "Does that happen often?"

"I'm not gonna turn Annabel Lee on you and die."

"Are you sure? The lyrical I might be talking about Annabel, but I was thinking about you."

You rolled your eyes.

"I thought that Karl would like to have a little friend. Nevermore is still so small and will probably need someone to help her out."

"Never-...mind. She is quite adorable. She reminds me of you. Quite impatient and needy, as it seems." He watched as the kitten´s bumps against his hand grew stronger, desperate for some attention and affection. You pouted.

"How dare you? I think I should get a kiss as an apology."

He hummed as he stood up.

"Exactly my point."

[dramastream]

Kang Mi Na Ph. Kim Sun Hye for Allure Korea (July 2022)

[der-papero]

Ne ho bevuti di caffè di merda nella mia vita, ma uno che sa di würstel mi mancava.

E mo' dove cazz lo butto? Non c'è manco una pianta vicino al tavolo ...

[8loom]

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[inkluvs]

IVY!! happy 200 baby :) not only do i adore your precious brain, but i adore your lovely personality & heart. you are always so so kind, & yeah, i just needed you to know i love & appreciate you <3

i wanted to order a tea please :)

headcannon idea: platonic stobin (if youd be open to writing it) with this prompt ⇩

you're like a damn ball

hehe okay i hope i did alright <3 (0.2k)

ivy's cafe // masterlist // taglist

Robin’s shift was almost over, the sun dipping behind the horizon and leaving a splash of colors in its descent. Steve was late; By 2 minutes exactly but he was late nonetheless, and she’d make sure to bring it up. It was funny really, the way Robin still seemed to be bouncing at the end of her shift and Steve had just pulled up and he looked like he’d been hit by a bus. The look worked for him, but she’d never say. After all, it was her job to keep him humble.

“If you keep frowning like that it’ll be permanent,” Steve rolled his eyes like a petulant child, “in fact, I’m surprised you aren’t stuck like that already.”

“I’m plenty optimistic when I’m sleeping at night,”

“Steve,”

“Yeah,”

“You do realize you volunteered for this right?”

“Under the impression that you needed the sleep more than me but obviously you don’t. Look at you, you're like a damn ball.”

“I am not” 

She was. 

“It’s too late to argue, you gonna hand me the keys or not?”

“Steve, it’s eight.”

“Keys,” she tossed it to him as she walked to her car and he caught it, barely, but he did. 

“‘Kay, stay safe, don’t fall asleep, good night.”

“I’d be sleeping if this was a good night,”

“Steve,” 

“Night,” her head was stuck out the window as she waved goodbye, the wind blowing through her hair.

[semioticapocalypse]

Lisette Model. Singer at the Cafe Metropol. New York. 1946

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[aestrologist]

<3

[kitcatbookmad]

Finished 11 night shifts in a row and immediately hit a cafe to read and had a walk to stay awake. I love how London plane trees look at this time of year!