#i <3 starbucks!!!

[chai-berries]

what starbucks™ drinks are the tlou girls ordering?

ellie has had a frappuccino once even though joel said it’s “not really coffee” (she ordered it just to spite him) only to fucking hate it so she gets random shit but when she needs energy she gets cold brews for sure with extra cream

dina is smart and knows what she likes and what will wake her up — she gets a vanilla latte with an alternative milk ;)

abby says she’s an expresso shots/black coffee all the way but she does enjoy a refresher or a tea with fruit in it on some occasions

abby would totally steal a drink of ur frappe three seconds after teasing you for liking it

out of all of them i think ellie would collect the state cups. she’s so serious about it too like it’s the first thing she HAS to do when y’all enter another state. what a weirdo. she’s just like me!!!

ellie is a chronic straw chewer and those straws look fucked up when she’s done with them. imagine: absentmindedly playing a video game or something and she’s already bouncing her leg. you let it go on for a lil longer before removing the straw and putting your lips against hers. it pauses all her movements.

ellie has adhd (cmon now) and likes studying in the coffee shop cause she can people watch when she’s bored. she has a few pages in her art book of some of the regulars that come in

abby has a routine of surprising you at work with your favorite drink and a pastry on her days off where you still have work. all the people at your job (mostly the older women) think it’s “just the sweetest thing”

abby will NOT study in the coffee shop. she likes it to be completely silent or have light music playing in the background. she doesn’t get much done in a crowded starbucks. especially when you’re playing footsie with her as you innocently drink your chai tea. she loves you but this anatomy exam is like half her grade!!! don’t worry she makes up for it later ;)

dina would have a nice tumbler collection. they’re usually full of only ice water though. you know she stays hydrated!

dina is the only one that actually uses the point system. she will honestly go crazy when she gets a free drink. this is her only flaw (but it’s not really cause i do this… it’s normal right??)

starbucks was ironically how you and dina met. you were there studying or if you’re being honest taking study breaks in between playing games on your phone. it was raining and all you hear is the squeak of her sneakers before she’s asking to share your table with you. she’s the prettiest person you’ve ever seen and you barely let out a sound, nodding your head towards the chair she had her hand on. love drunk already.

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[pettyprocrastination]

whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 

He became a smuggler because of it. 

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 

“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 

All he can do is nod. 

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 

“One.” 

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 

[kingandjester]

[ishouldgay]

Dame Aylin would be the best wife ever. She’s happily carrying around Isobel’s bags while they’re shopping at the mall. She’s smiting her enemies and crushing them under her heel. She’s picking up flowers for her at random. She’s showing her with praise. She’s eating her out for hours on end. She’s giving out massages like it’s going out of style.

[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: Several fully colored, digital drawings of butch Ahab and Starbuck, based on Moby-Dick. More detailed ID in ALT.]

[bursts in, sweating and covered in kiss marks] holy fukc hey have you guys heard about women.

constantly thinking about butch au. i have over 18k written for this au so far and I'm nowhere near done. i have so many thoughts and many of them are hnnngngngngng i am gay. u can find more art and details for this little au in my 'butch au' tag!

also as a note, I actually looked up so much 1800s fashion recently, so these were partially also meant to be studies of my findings! except the first one. i unbuttoned her shirt all the way for gay reasons. anyways old fashioned pants were so funny. wdym there was just like. an entire flap in the front. why were there SO many buttons. love it 10/10

alternate color version of the ahab's dress one under the cut:

[ID: The same drawing of Starbuck kissing Ahab back against a wall, but this time with a golden yellow dress for Ahab. The neckline and sleeve are still cooler in color, with blue and purple undertones, but most of the fabric is now a warm gold-pink. End ID.]

[puckpocketed]

23/05/2024 - CAN vs SVK

[hoofpeet]

Imagine this. Pumpkin and Plum go trick-or-treating. Sugar enjoys candy. Everyone finds out that Spice has a regular Staryubucks (Sawsbucks??) order. The Halloween Shenanigan potential is infinite.

Halloween episode real ... Sugar just says fuck it and goes as a zoroark sphinx person with dog ears and legs and nobody questions it. Plum keeps shapeshifting into different kids and manages to trick her way into getting a 4 pound haul of candy before any of her parents can notice (half of which she can't eat b/c she's a puppy 😔) <-Spice thinks it's funny as hell that he can eat chocolate while Plum can't and makes sure to eat a kitkat right in front of her. just to torment her a little bit

[khaotunq]

and your trust intact by khaotunq (stilinski)

Moonlight Chicken: Alan/Gaipa Word Count: 14,105 #: Dating, Getting Together, Moving On, Grief/Mourning, discussion of canonical death of a minor character, Gaipa is not as smooth as Alan thinks he is, Gaipa POV

Alan turning up at the market looking positively edible on Friday was a move Gaipa hadn't seen coming. His shirt was at least two buttons less than entirely professional and his hair was ever so slightly ruffled. To add to the whole effect, the little smile on his face was there before Gaipa even looked up, so it was completely unguarded and all for Gaipa. (all your wonder, from Gaipa's POV)

[boeing747]

The Starbucks thing is insane. I get America is a wasteland but literally buy coffee filters and get into buying responsibly sourced coffee it is like basically the same price for an experience that not only is profoundly improved but also like fundamentally better for the world in so many ways

[anteomnia]

at the point that if i see Anyone looking at noah schnapp with anything except disgust or disdain, even if he’s dressed up in his bowl cut and will byers uniform, because that motherfucker is Heinously pro genocide

[smashwolfen]

The most perfect picture of Soshi I may ever take! Noticed she was sitting looking out the window and I had to get up and take this so fast before she decided to move ;w;

[havinganfois]

Imagine your strict/controlling f/o seeing you in a state of high-apathy and helping you through it. Not letting you lie in bed. Getting you up in the morning, making you healthy foods and snacks. Making sure you get (minimum) a few minutes of sunlight. Making sure you know, and repeat after them that you have worth and are good and that the world is thankful for you living in it.

[randomnameless]

Claude in FE16 :

And I...I want a ruler who can lay down a new set of values for the people. Values that don't exclude anyone for being different.

Rhea'n'Dimitri in Nopes :

He replied that neither faith nor birth are of import when a person's life is in danger.

Meeting Barney instead of Billy didn't change Rhea'n'Dimitri's mindset - especially since we're talking about events that happened in the past (Dimitri saving Dedue and Rhea saving Catherine) so...

Once again, the best framing ever : What the fuck Claude is talking about in VW? Rhea and Dimitri - the CoS and the Kingdom already had "values that don't exclude anyone for being different".

So when Claude treats hot water as a new discovery and wishes to bring it the Fodlan... Faerghus and Garreg Mach already had saunas and therms.

Of course, Billy being the silent protagonist they are cannot tell Claude those values aren't anything "new" save for, maybe in Adrestia/Leicester and his wish to see Fodlan and Almyra work together or hand in hand needs more "effort" on Almyra's part than, say, on Fodlan's.

And while it could only be surmised in FE16 that the CoS and the Kingdom (when it's not retaliating for regicide nor listening to xenophobic morons) aren't "excluding anyone for being different" because, well, Cyril, Shamir, and Dedue existed in FE16 - Nopes basically spells out that, well, Claude's so called "new" values were... not "new" at all.

I can't help but wonder what would a VW route look like, if Dimitri'n'Rhea were still alive - what would Claude's reasoning for "changing" Fodlan be if Dimitri'n'Rhea were around? Would they be Zahrofl'd like Dimitro to allow Claude to get a point?

idk, but it's fun to think about.

[mylittleredgirl]

i texted a friend to say that today’s excursion is going to be a trip to the Aspirational Starbucks, and she’s like, “girl AGAIN?” yes, again! it’s an ACTIVITY. there’s risk and reward. will i get what i ordered? probably not. will i get anything? usually, but if i decide to gamble big by ordering a baked good as well as a drink, i’ll have to go through the line a few times to remind them. the whole experience takes up to an hour, and i’m not exaggerating. you get to know people who are also waiting on beverage roulette. it’s a community event. i have somehow never seen anyone yell at the staff. their own employees routinely call the health department. if you have any allergies i imagine you’re taking your life in your hands. i obviously tip big for the pleasure.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Me: *modeling writing a story to the kids* So this is Timothy, he's Theo's boyfriend

Kid: Is Theo a boy or a girl?

Me: A boy. They're both boys.

Kid: I thought you said this had to be school appropriate?

Me: ... it is...

Me: I'm not going to write anything explicit. They're the same as every other couple. They have normal relationships too. If Timothy or Theo were a girl, would you say that?

Kid: ...

Me: They're in a loving relationship and Timothy is a part of the story because he's supporting his boyfriend in his quest to make the best fall drink and beat Starbucks.

[puckpocketed]

12/02/2024 - SEA @ NYI

Tuna clutches up, beats Sorokin // the boys swarm Grubi after his game-winning save!