#im gonna age the paper with espresso

[royalmilkteehee]

Not my usual “art”, but this is page one of my D&D Wizard, Barbiel’s, old Academy notebook pages that she still keeps in her spellbook (1 of 3)

[soo0mi]

When the sun hits .. — (pt2) 05. coffee is hot but youre hotter 😉🔫

When the sun hits — soo y/n unfortunately has always had bad luck w/ love. she realized this when she hit the age when everyone around her had an s/o while she had no one to express her romantic feelings for. y/n found herself mourning when she saw a cute boy at the university's library checking out books and realized that she might never see him again until her first shift at Miraé Café .. ☆

word count: 745 words / 0.7k words

#UMISOOMI — been listening to lifestyle - homixide all day sum1 help😖😖

sigh “why are they such assholes, why can’t I see the love of my life.?” jeongin looks through the glass pane to see you staring at him. your gaze caused his face to go red and his beating heart to skip. jeongin was nervous to see you, as he was also excited to properly meet you. Especially since he’ll meet you at his favorite cafe in incheon. this was a blessing to the blonde. “thank god i’ll finally get to meet you, yn.” his frown turns into a warm smile. “oh my fucking god.” you say under your breath, “what the fuck is he doing here.” you shuffle, looking for a mirror nearby. you, at least, want to look good when you serve the boy you’ve been thinking about these past few days. he was getting closer and closer as your face felt hotter by the minute. ever since he entered the cafe, the room felt warmer, your heartbeat was getting faster, and you found yourself playing with your fingers. the clacking noise the soles made against the porcelain floors were oddly satisfying to you but every step he took, you felt like dying. “okay, lets see..” jeongin was standing 2 feet away from you, his eyes skimming through the menu displayed on top of you. his gold rimmed glasses were resting on his nose bridge, his face was so angelic from this angle. his dimples are so deep, it felt like you fell in love with him for the second time. he was wearing a black hoodie layered with a white northface puffer jacket. a thin silver chain adorned his neck, silver rings perfectly sat on his fingers. his blonde hair smelt like vanilla. “hello,” jeongin exclaims, “could i get an americano?” “uh yeah sorry, is that all for today?” you ring up his order in the cafe’s register. “that’ll be all for now, thank you.” his eye smile appears, you wanted to scream so bad but you wouldn’t want to deafen the customers. “alright, your order will be ready soon, thank you for choosing cafe mirae!” you grab an espresso shot near the machine and place the pod in it. while grabbing the hot water, your arm accidentally brushed past the burning kettle. “OW SHIT.” you accidentally yell, loud enough that jeongin could hear. “oh my god, are you okay???” he gets closer to the register, “do you need a husband to take care of that burn??” whispering to himself. “i’ll be fine, thank you.” you get back to work after you take a damp paper towel and place it on the burn. “did he say what I think he said.>?” you turn your back and blush horridly. ‘What the fuck did i just say. FUCK I HOPE SHE DIDN”T HEAR THAT.” covering his panicked face, “are you sure? I think i have some aloe in my car.” he’s so cute when he’s worried. you thought to yourself, “if you don’t mind, thank you!” “what the fuck just happened.” the group of 10 questions themselves, “did ya’ll hear that.” theo refers to jeongin’s husband comment “im gonna kill myself.” jungwon exclaims. __ cafe mirae’s outdoor dining area (19:44) “hi, i brought your coffee!” you walk up to his car parked by the sidewalk. “ah, thank you,” shuffling through his bag in the passenger's seat, “what’s your name btw? you never told me.” “It’s soo y/n, yours?” “found it, my name is yang jeongin, nice to meet you, yn!” he motions you to sit down at the tables. “my name sounds so pretty when he says it.. but why am i getting a weird feeling that someone is watching us..” you shrug it off as nothing, “nice to meet you too, jeongin!” greeting him with a smile, “thank you so much for helping me, seriously.” “don’t worry too much about it, be safer next time, yn-ah” you felt your heart skip a beat when he says it. “sorry, jeongin-ah,” he purses his lips, “ill be safer.” “oh, i forgot i needed to go somewhere,” he checks his phone time, 19:50, “ill see you next time then, stay safe, pretty!” he swiftly exits. “p..pretty..” you cover your burning cheeks

you had completely forgotten about the fact that hid a note on jeongin’s cup and 10 people staring at you through the window, waiting for the juicy details. “sigh, theyre a pain in the ass.” you cant help but giggle.

me and whoooo 💔💔

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[rjhpandapaws]

A Cup of Something Better

Ch7: When Stuck in One Place, Try Another

Hank was in a tight spot, his manuscript was late already, and it was only going to get later. Hank was out of ideas, well, kind of, distracted was probably a better word for it. Somehow he didn't think his editor would take the excuse of 'so I'm gonna need an extension on that deadline because I'm out of ideas, and also the time I could have spent writing I've spent thinking about a guy that I've seen like once,' all that well. Kaya was great, don't get him wrong, she put up with a lot of his bullshit, but even she had her limits. Hank being almost a month late with a manuscript was definitely one of them, that he unfortunately knew from experience. Best to get this over with. After his meeting with Kaya he was meeting Jeffrey for lunch, something they didn't do as often as they should.

Figuring he'd sat outside her home office long enough, Hank turned off his beat up old car and got out to head inside. The sooner he got this over with the better. She met him at the door, her red hair tied back in a bun, her green eyes were narrowed behind wide red framed glasses. He was definitely about to get an earful.

"You're late," she said in place of a greeting stepping aside to let him in, "but im beginning to notice thats the one garuntee with you."

"Good afternoon to you too Kaya," Hank remarked letting the tall redhead lead the way to her office.

She sat in her office chair and Hank took the couch. Kaya waited until he was seated before she spoke, "Please tell me you have something, even just a progress check. You're creeping up on a month and the company is starting to breathe down my back."

Hank cleared his throat rubbing at his beard, trying to find words that wouldn't get him flayed alive, "the college has been keeping me pretty busy, when I've had time to write I havent been able to get anything down. I was, um, I was wondering if I could get an extension or maybe a hiatus period. I honestly thought I'd be done by now, I'm sorry Kaya."

She sighed, an incredibly swdate response compared to the anger that was burning in her eyes, "an extension Hank? You come in here a month overdue with nothing to show for it and you have the nerve to ask for an extension! You never fail to amaze me. I'll see if I can get you marked as on hiatus. I'll cite your being a professor as my reasoning." Hank breathed a sigh of relief, though the feeling was short lived as Kaya continued, "If you do something like this again the company is going to drop you most likely."'

"Thanks Kaya." Hank responded, "I know I'm not the easiest to work with, but this shouldn't happen again."

She watched him stand with a distant expression, "you know what happens if it does."

He nodded as he made his way to the door, "Have a good day Kaya."

"You too Hank."

Hank figured this was a long time coming, but it was still a surprise to hear just how close he was to being dropped. Not that it wasn't deserved, only a few of his manuscripts had ever been on time. For a few months out of the year he could blame it on being a professor, but the main reason for it was just that his writing process was unstructured and slow.

He needed a pick me up if he was going to be dealing with Jeff as well as Kaya. He drove the familiar route toward the university, planning to stop by the cute cafe again. He parked and walked into the cafe, making his way to the counter with plans to try that same latte again with less espresso since he was feeling more human today. There was a different barista working the counter today, Josh, according to his nametag.

"Hey," Josh said with a charismatic smile, "welcome to Hand Brewed Hope, what can we get started for you?"

"I'll take a medium vanilla latte with two shots of espresso," he almost ordered something for Jeff but then thought better of it.

"Connor will have that down at the other counter for you when its done," Josh said handing the cup off to the other barista.

Hank followed the action with his eyes and then his brain froze. It was the barista from yesterday, he figured as much from the name, either the kid from his night class or his twin. He was just as struck by Connor this time as he had been before and it took all of his strength not to just stare. If anything he was more attractive now that Hank was awake enough to take in more than just his eyes.

Connor was tall, maybe a couple inches shorter than Hank. His brown hair was styled back neatly save for one errant curl that fell defiantly onto his forehead giving the look boyish charm. Hank caught himself staring and decided to make conversation.

"So, uh, Connor, was it?" Hank asked in the ineloquent way that seemed to be the usual of him when he was around the barista.

"Yes professor?" Came the almost immediate response and Hank needed a minute.

Hank stared again, trying to assess if he had in fact heard that correctly. Upon the realization that he he had, his stomach turned on itself. Nothing said dirty old man quite like crushing on one of your students.

"Well that answers that I suppose," Hank said, and hopefully he didn't sound like he was choking on his words.

Connor couldn't be more than in his early twenties at best, and Hank was turning thrity-nine come September. On top of being his professor, the age difference would make anyone uncomfortable. This crush needed to be tucked away, it couldn't become anything. He was pulled from his thoughts by the paper togo cup coming into his line of sight. He took it with a weak smile.

"Have a good day professor," Connor said kindly as he turned to leave.

"You too kid," he responded lifting the cup in place of a wave as he left the cafe like the devil was on his heels.

He could already hear Jeff giving him a hard time about falling for yet another pair of pretty brown eyes, as well as the following lecture about appropriate behavior. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and started his car heading to their usual place, a diner by the police station. He drank from the latte, deciding that two shots of espresso was ideal, the bitter perfectly balanced by the vanilla.

Hank arrived before Jeff as was usual and picked a table close to the door, somewhere easy to spot. Jeff arrived a few minutes later, sitting across from Hank. He eyed the coffee cup.

"Good to see you're as much of an asshole as I remember," Jeff joked in way of a greeting, "stopped for a fucking coffee and didn't even get me anything."

Hank laughed shaking his head, "I don't see you for six months and the first thing you do is bitch at me for not buying you a coffee. Some friend you are."

"How's the new book coming along?" He asked looking over the menu.

Hank winced, "I asked to be put on hiatus with my publisher because of got nothing in me right now."

Jeff gave him a sympathetic smile, "how's the university treating you then?"

"Good," Hank replied setting his own menu down having decided on a bacon burger, "night classes are pretty relaxed. How are things at the station?"

"Hectic." Came the reply as Jeff flagged for a waiter, "just got a bunch of new academy graduates and they all think they're hot shit."

"You know how it is, give them a few months and the gravity of the job will set in."

There was a lull in the conversation long enough for them to place their orders. Then the topic finally turned away from work. Though Hank didn't like the new topic that much better.

"So you seeing anyone Hank?" Jeff asked right as he was drinking from his latte. His choking must have marked him as guilty because Jeff continued with, "let me guess, brown eyes."

"Its complicated," Hank replied when he caught his breath, staring at the table as though it held the solution to all of his problems, "he's one of my students. I met him here though." He said tapping the paper cup, "he's a barista."

He could feel Jeff's eyes on him and he looked up. "You've got it bad, its written all over your face." Hank could feel the lecture coming, "you know you can't do anything right? At least not until the semester is out."

"I know that Jeff, jesus." The second half took a little longer to catch up with Hank, "wait what?"

"He's taking night classes right? So that usually means older students. Try talking to him outside of class, like at the shop once the semester is over," Jeff said casually, as though he wasn't suggesting that Hank talk to a guy that was younger than him but also definitely out of his fucking league.

Hank was saved from having to reply when their food arrived. Content silence followed as they enjoyed their lunch, though in the background Hank was overtaking what Jeff had said. Could he approach Connor? Would that be okay? Worst comes to worse Connor would just assume him an overly conversational customer. It couldn't hurt to try he supposed, but then again he'd always been a sucker for brown eyes.

They switched to lighter topics until it came time to part ways. Like always they parted with the half empty promise that they would do this more often. Hank giving a less empty promise that, yes he would at least try and talk to Connor when the semester was out.

Hank had left in a better mood than he had arrived in. For the first time in months he felt inspired, he wanted to write. Not for his manuscript, but maybe it was time to start a new project. Something that better fit what he was feeling, something light and happy. A short piece probably, but well worth the wait. Something that reflected the warmth that can be found in warm brown eyes.

[shurisneakers]

espresso [6]

Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.

Warning: swearing, near panic attacks, angst (?)

A/N: this is my entry for the exuberant @odinhson‘s writing challenge thank you to @samingtonwilson for beta-ing this for me

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous part- Part 5 || Espresso Masterlist

Becca: binch

Becca: if i don’t get my nourishment i will Wilt and Die

Becca: if i get out of this bed rn i will literally Cry

Becca: pls get me a coffee kind sir,,, i will be gr8ful

You: um

You: i’ll get it later ok lov u

Becca: wtf why

You: im going to meet fucky at the library

You: *bucky

Becca: youre going to meet my brother again?

You: yes he said he was studying there anyway so I could go meet him there

You: why

Becca: nothing it’s just

You: it’s just?

Becca: nvm it’s nothing go see that smelly bitch biscuit

Becca: but get me the drugs when u come back

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The library was fairly populated for seven in the morning. And, though everyone looked like they could use at least a week’s worth of sleep, they trudged on.

Walking through the aisles, you let your fingers run over the spines of every book, relishing in the feel of their old leather under your touch. It didn’t take log before you found Bucky in the classics section, his back leaning against one of the bookshelves as he scanned the ones in front of him.

“Looking for something specific?” you asked quietly, making him snap his head towards you. He gave you a tired smile before reverting to his original state.

“The Catcher in the Rye. I wanted to borrow it again,” he sounded distant, like his mind was preoccupied.

“Again? You’ve read it more than once?”

“Three times,” he answered, eyes lighting up as he reached forward and grabbed an old, worn out book with a tearing paper cover. His fingers dusted it gently before he opened to the last page, his eyes skimming over the words.

“It’s your favourite book?”

 “I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite book, to be honest.” He flipped it, examining the cover from back to front. “Just the most memorable one. It sorta stuck with me throughout.”

“Why?” you asked curiously, watching as he flipped through the pages, seemingly searching for something within the lines.

“Don’t ask, it’s just gonna come off as pretentious as shit,” he chuckled, shking his head bemusedly, but you could detect a hint of something else behind his words. Bucky loved writing. He loved words. This book obviously meant a lot to him.

“I don’t know who hurt you Bucky Barnes, but I’d sure as fuck want to know why you love that book so much.” You heard a hush on the other side of the bookshelf, making you peep through the shelves only to catch the disapproving glare of the librarian who apparently caught you using unparliamentarily language.

“No one’s hurt me, it’s just-“ he paused to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, letting his hand linger there. “I didn’t think anybody would care.”

“Oh.” You nudged his foot with yours, making him look at you in surprise. “Well, I care, so go ahead.”

He eyes never left yours and you could see a faint blush spread across his cheeks. Cute ass motherfucker.

Wait-

“Um, I guess it’s kinda because– the thing is– see, I–“ his mouth was moving at a speed much swifter than his brain, you could see it. It was like he had so much to say, almost too much. You gave him an encouraging smile as he took a deep breath to calm himself down before beginning again.

“I’ve read it three times. Every single time it means something different to me, you know? It’s like the words are familiar but everything’s changed,” he tried to convey what he was thinking, but it was clearly something hard to talk about because Bucky rarely ever ran out of words.

“‘Don’t ever tell anyone anything, if you do you start missing everybody.’,” he recited from memory finally showing you the page he stopped on. You shuffled closer to him, leaning on his shoulder to get a better look at the book in his hand. “It’s really hard for me to let others in. Everything becomes too intimate and when they decide to pack up and leave because they can’t handle my shit, it just—it hurts. It’s one of my favorite quotes.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said softly, as he looked at you for a few seconds in silence, not making an attempt to say anything.

“Right, so-“ he cleared his throat, pulling away to put the book back where it belonged. “His name’s Loki. He’s slightly difficult at first, but all he needs is just a little love and attention and he’s good to go.”

“Are we talking about a succulent or a person?” You remained where you were, feeling strangely lightheaded. Bucky glanced at the big clock overhead before returning to you.

“You’ll see.” He winked, shifting from one foot to another. “Now go! I have an hour to spend with calculus and you are going to be late for your first class.”

“You got a shift at the coffee shop today? I could come see you after,” you asked, facing him while walking backwards, your feet moving automatically.

“Not tonight, fam. I’m busy,” he said, looking down just for a second.

“Whatcha up to, barista boy? You got a hot date?” you teased him lightly, shoving your fists into your pockets, delaying your exit.

“I do, actually,” he fired back, making you freeze in your tracks.

“You’re going on a date?” you asked incredulously, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yeah. Met an old friend of mine last week and we’re going out tonight.” He shrugged, giving you a half smile.

“Oh shits.” Well, that was new. It had been ages since Bucky had gone out with someone. “Use protection, ya nasty. Don’t want any mini versions of you running around.”

“Yeah, totally. We’re gonna go grab something to eat and fuck behind the church in my pickup truck.” He rolled his eyes, laughing to himself as you snorted.

“You’ve always been a huge part of the Jesus fandom,” you called out, grimacing when you heard the librarian hiss a ‘Quiet!’ at you again.

“Have fun, James. I’ll catch you later.” You shoved your hands further into your pockets, turning around and jogging out before he could get another word in.

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You didn’t expect the goth version of Sabrina the Teenage Witch at the entrance of your building that evening, sporting a look of disdain with a hint of boredom, gracefully covered up with a smile. He was dressed to the nines in all black, which matched his dark hair and starkly contrasted his fair, almost too pale skin.

“You’re Y/N, I presume?” you could hear the remnants of an accent that wasn’t common to your area. He sounded tired but it looked like he was making an effort, so you weren’t completely put off.

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Loki, right?”

“That’s me. Did James tell you where we’re going tonight?”

“Bucky doesn’t take the effort to tell me anything useful, so I’m pretty uninformed.” You followed him as he walked towards the gate of the compound, his fingers toying with the hem of his sweatshirt.

“That’s weird because I swear he asked me for everything ranging from my birth certificate to my social security number. He wouldn’t even give me your dorm address without it,” he said drily, his smile actually making him look really nice.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah, so there’s that carnival or a fair or something that’s come up. I figured we could go check it out.” He gestured to his car.

“Sounds fun.” You offered him a helpful smile, accepting his invitation without much hesitation. Maybe a distraction was exactly what you needed.

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The whole fair was illuminated with lights from the different stalls and you could smell the calories in the air as kids ran around with cotton candy and popcorn and funnel cakes. The ratting of the roller coaster tracks and peals of laughter subconsciously made your heart lift and a grin settled on your face.

“What do you want to do first?” you asked loudly, trying to speak over the crowd.

“I don’t know. It’s so noisy. I wish everyone would just shut up.” He scrunched up his nose in disdain, leaving you to stare at him.

“How about grabbing something to eat first? I’m starving,” you suggested, earning a nod from him as you both made your way down to where most of the food stalls were.

Churros, funnel cake, caramel apples, popcorn and just about everything deep fried was put on display and it smelled pretty fucking great.

“D’you want to try out the hypertension or diabetes on a stick?” you laughed, eyeing everything separately.

“Uh—“ he paused, flinching. “I think I’m good.”

“Not even cotton candy?”

“Definitely not.” He shook his head, eyebrows crinkled in disgust.

“Well, okay, man.” You shrugged, not letting his preferences stop you from going ahead and buying the first thing that caught your eye and had your mouth watering.

He followed you silently through the entire process, only passing an occasional comment on how greasy it was or how unhealthy it was. You took it as a personal challenge to count how many times he nearly gagged.

“Rides or stalls?” You could already predict the kind of night you were in for and at this point you were too tired to not have fun with it.

“Rides, I suppose. We’re too old for the stalls.” He clicked his tongue, putting his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans, staring disapprovingly at you.

“Oh, you are so right. Papa forbade me from playing games lest I fall victim to pride and immaturity. So pleased that throwing balls into holes is age restricted.” You threw some more popcorn into your mouth, feeling his stare burn into your face as you looked at him without any emotion.

“Didn’t you grow out of them after you turned, I don’t know, fifteen? How old are you?”

“You’re absolutely correct. We should hit the rides soon. I may not last fifteen minutes more. I’m practically decomposing as we speak.” You grinned at him making your way to the roller coaster, leaving him to match your pace.

“Roller coasters?” He called after you, rushing to catch up.

“Yes. Do you not like them?”

If this somehow greasier Tommy Wiseau said anything worse, you swore you literally would tear-

“I just think they’re too jumpy. And erratic. And noisy.”

You spun around wildly to face him, mouth dropping open. “What exactly did you expect from a fair, Lucky?”

“Loki.”

“Gesundheit. Have you ever been to a fair before or-“

You were just about to launch into a large rant when someone’s grip on your shoulder cut you off.

“Mario? What are you doing here?” The all-too-familiar voice made you instantly calm down as your best friend’s brother, your lord and savior, stepped near one of the most annoying people you could have met.

Which would be met with a more enthusiastic response had it not been for the presence of a girl with the most curly red hair accompanying him. She had her arm around his waist whilst his was secured around her shoulders and you immediately felt your words die down in your throat.

“Ah, James. We were just on our date.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you rolled yours at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, man. I thought you were taking her to that restaurant down the road?” he questioned as the girl with him sent you a smile. Of course she’d have dimples.

“Thor told me this would better fit her,” Loki replied wearily.

“Wait a minute- you know Thor?”

“Know him?” Loki scoffed. “He’s my brother.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Given, we’re adopted siblings but I have to put up with his nonsense regardless.”

“Oh my fucking God, you’re the bitchy drama goth brother Thor talks about.”

“Bitchy drama goth— you’re lucky you got set up with me and not our sister.”

“I guess this date went super well?” Bucky piped up before you both clawed each other’s throats out.

“Simply wonderful.”

“Great.” He smiled awkwardly, before seemingly remembering who he had with him. “Oh shits, yeah—this is Dolores. Dot. Doll. I don’t know-“

“Dot is fine.” She smiled again, extending her hand in a shake. She had a flower tucked into her ear, matching the colour of her long skirt. Of course she did.

“This is Y/N, my sister’s best friend and that’s Loki,” Bucky introduced live-action Merida to you, as she gracefully replied with a small nod.

“You guys done?” Dot asked, switching her gaze between Loki and you.

“Yup, just finished. Loki was about to drop me off at my place. How about you?” You ignored your date altogether, instead focusing on how relaxed Bucky looked, none of his usual creases to be seen on his face. You liked it.

“I think we’ll hang around for a bit more. What do you say?” She looked up at him and Bucky nodded, a soft smile taking over his face.

“Sounds good to me. Text me when you get home, okay?” he reminded you, suddenly meeting your gaze. Your eyebrows furrowed at the intensity with which he was looking at you, but you gave him a thumbs up, agreeing.

“See ya tomorrow, Mario. Get home safe, please?” He waved one more time, as did Dolores, before they both made their way into the crowd, but not before Bucky threw you one more glance over his shoulder.

“Are you this hostile with every person your friends date or only James?” Loki sniggered from besides you, earning a sharp glare.

“One more word from you Severus and I will buy the oiliest piece of funnel cake and shove it down your throat.

But his words didn’t go over your head. You knew exactly what he was talking about and apparently it was so glaringly obvious that even others could see it.

Yikes.

Part 7

[chaewon-sarchive]

tagged by: @mochikotae , @vtaenon-min , @vmons ,  @cutiepiebts and @yoonqisqirl (sorry if you’ve tagged me and i’ve forgotten to mention ;A;)

im gonna tag: @yoonelle, @jungkookjpeg, @jungkookpd, @hobipd, @hobicorn, @vminions, @teenage-sihlouettes, @pretentioustrashcan, @vcute, @cinnachim, @squishypjm, @saveyuta, @itsrapmonster, @itsjhope, @jeonsin, @kohyo and @chim-chimii

you guys don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! (sorry if you’ve already been tagged) yikes sorry beforehand 

first set of questions:

what’s your name and username?

where are you from?

what’s the time where you are?

pronounce the following words: meme, pepe, doge, sudoku, espresso, celtic, açaí, dr. suess

what’s your favorite pizza place? favorite pizza topping?

what’s your favorite dessert?

what’s your favorite food? what food do you hate?

what’s your favorite tv show? which tv show were you into, but then got out of?

what brand is your phone?

do you speak a second language?

how do you define a group of people when you’re talking to them? do you say ‘guys’ or ‘dudes’ or?

which harry potter house do you most identify with? if sorted by pottermore, do you agree with the one you got?

is there something you should be doing right now but are procrastinating?

now that you’ve talked about what you need to be doing, go do it!

second set of question:

Your name and username

Where you’re from

Age

What color are your eyes?

When is your birthday?

Pronounce the following words - aunt, roof, route, theatre, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, New Orleans, pecan, both, again, probably, Alabama, lawyer, GIF, coupon, mayonnaise, pajamas, caught, naturally, aluminium, Tumblr, meme, Crackerjack, athlete, espresso, library, either, supposedly, shower, face, doorknob, envelope

What’s a bubbly carbonated drink called?

What is your favorite color?

What’s the bug, that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?

What do you say to address a group of people?

What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?

What do you call gym shoes?

What was the last thing you drank?

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Do you think you have an accent?

What do you call your grandparents?

Do you speak a second language? Say something in it.

Choose a book and read a passage from it. (The bee movie yike)

Be a wizard or a vampire?

Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

[dungeon-deeds]

GET IN MY BUSINESS PLEASE:

 The meaning behind my url: I am a  criptyd, Rarely ever seen and even when i am its only rumored.

How many tattoos i have and what they are: None (Yet.)

 Last time i cried and why: I had to leave my friends house and move to alabama

Piercings i have: None

Favorite band: I Prevail/ Atilla

Biggest turn offs: Bland personality and/ or Lack of brainpower

Top 5 Pokemon: Scrafty (1 Milotic (2 Froslass (3 Infernape (4 Noivern (5

Tattoos i want: Im planning on getting a sleeve on my right arm of two dragons spiraling out of my shoulder, one with a nat 20 in its mouth, the other with a nat 1

Biggest turn ons: Someone smart who can also kick my ass, Bottoming

Age: 20

Ideas of a perfect date: A quiet coffee shop, a gallon of pure espresso and vibing with the person i care about most.

Life goal: Prove my dad wrong.

Piercings i want: N/A

Relationship status: Single and ready to fail to mingle due to crippling social anxiety.

Favorite movie:

A fact about my life:

Phobia: Clowns and tight spaces.

Middle name: Connor

Height: 6ft 2in

Are you a virgin? Nope

What’s your shoe size? 12-13 depending on the brand

What’s your sexual orientation? Pan

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? D: All of the above

Someone you miss: My little sister

What’s one thing you regret? Not caring about school

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Hugh Jackman

Favorite ice cream? Double Fudge

One insecurity: Im  gonna die alone clutching a gun.

What my last text message says: “This is some night vale level shit going on.”

Have you ever taken a picture naked? A few

Have you ever painted your room? Once

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Many Times

Have you ever slept naked? A few times

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? Once or twice in A blue moon.

Have you ever had a crush? MANY times, but they never last long.

Have you ever been dumped? Yea.

Have you ever stole money from a friend? Never.

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? once.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? A couple, But you should have seen the other guy.

Have you ever snuck out of your house? Exactly ONE TIME.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes.

Have you ever been arrested? Ive been cuffed but never arrested.

Have you ever made out with a stranger? Never

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? Yes

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? Many times

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? Nope.

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? Not once.

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? Yes.

Have you ever seen someone die? Yes.

Have you ever been on a plane? Yes.

Have you ever kissed a picture? nope.

Have you ever slept in until 3? Thems rookie numbers.

Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now? I miss someone, but i fucked up and theyre happy so its all good.

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Yes.

Have you ever made a snow angel? Yes.

Have you ever played dress up? No.

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? Once or twice but only for the meme.

Have you ever been lonely? All the time

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? Yes. Yes i have.

Have you ever been to a club? No.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? Yes.

Have you ever touched a snake? Yes.

Have you ever ran a red light? Exactly once.

Have you ever been suspended from school? A few times.

Have you ever had detention? More than a few times.

Have you ever been in a car accident? Twice now.

Have you ever hated the way you look? Yes.

Have you ever witnessed a crime? Yes.

Have you ever pole danced? No.

Have you ever been lost? Its a pretty common thing these days.

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? No.

Have you ever felt like dying? Many times.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? Yes.

Have you ever sang karaoke? No.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Started smoking.

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? No. Thats nasty.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yes.

Have you ever sang in the shower? Yes.

Have you ever made out in a park? Yes.

Have you ever dream that you married someone? Yes.

Have you ever glued your hand to something? I glued paper to my hand once.

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? No.

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked? No.

Have you ever been a cheerleader? No.

Have you ever sat on a roof top? Yes.

Have you ever brush your teeth? Of course?

Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? No.

Have you ever played chicken? Yes,

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes.

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? No.

Have you ever broken a bone? Yes.

Have you ever been easily amused? All the time.

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes.

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? Flashed my girlfriend once.

Have you ever cheated on a test? Yes.

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? Yes.

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? Yes.

Give us one thing about you that no one knows I have a plan should my 40th birthday roll around and i have no one.

[kyrabiiiii]

BEING A GRADUATE. #LifeUpdates

Its been a month and four days since i graduated college and my thoughts as of now? NONE. My mind is steered away of the stress that i know i might face soon but why do i feel so calm? Well i guess im just being the emotionless me. 

Id like to think of myself as an emotional person but somehow my face and the people around me seems to contrast that cos im a poker face, well maybe thats how i see my life too. I know to myself that i am this matured adult person but deep inside theres that childish part of me that always yells every time i make and think of decisions way too much of my age, it sucks because in reality i really dont know how people perceive me, do they see me as a jolly person or a serious none smirking one. Anyways, going back.. Just before graduation while im not even done with my thesis papers yet, i was already planning for what i am gonna do, and i think im the only one who is that excited to leave the university (i mean, ive been stuck there for 5 years). I was thinking of going to out of town with friends for weeks then find work. I keep on fore planning things and then i realized just now how a mind can change over a span of a month and things didnt happen the way its supposed to be (except on the vacation part because i really got a chance to have fun with my friends). Between an international internship and to be able to work at a fine dining restaurant where i spent my ojt before, none of these two worked for me. I made the decision to finally study coffee,but the question is WHY, right? Ive been a fan of cool places ever since i was little and coffee shops give me the vibes and the right aura i needed just at anytime. Whether Im stressed emotionally or physically being at a coffee shop is all that i ever wanted, i wasnt a big coffee drinker before but since i love these cool places other than ordering these cute ice blended bevs i decided to step up and take an espresso based beverage and guess what, i LOVED IT! and just like that the dream less kyra had one dream and it is to build the coffee shop of her dreams, and being a barista is one step closer in achieving her dreams. I applied at a known coffee place and im still waiting up till now and its been a week and some days since my last interview, im getting a little anxious if theyre gonna call me back or not but right now i just dont care at all, all that i know is that they had me at my best shot and its their loss if they dont hire me hahaha. So what dyou think? Am i doing great as a recent graduate? I believe im better at a lot of graduates though :P