#java monster for my life

[hungee-boy]

Im so allergic to dishonesty (autistically) that ill purposefully give myself coffee/lactose shits just so i can have an extra break in the bathroom

Love you java monsters.....

[redrose10]

Part 2 of three… Thank you for all the comments and messages!

CEO Yoongi x Female Barista/College Student Reader

Title: Cold Brewed Love

Summary: When you begged the owner of Jin’s Java House to hire more employees you didn’t mean for him to stick you with the cold, rude, arrogant CEO Min Yoongi. Over time something begins to brew between you both and you end up forced to make decisions way above the pay grade of a cafe barista.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, hints of smut(nothing explicit), Yoongi is mean but we all know he’ll turn fluffy later, violence, kidnapping, mention of a gun, drug references, gang activity, murder, overdose

Word Count: 3,824

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You woke up confused and alone in a room you didn’t recognize. Your throat hurt, but your head hurt worse. You looked around trying to make out your surroundings to get some idea of where you were. The room was empty except for an armchair in the corner with a small side table next to it. The only light in the room came from a small space between the curtains of what you assumed was a window. It seemed like you had been out for quite some time judging by the amount of sunlight.

You tried to stand up, but you felt too weak immediately falling to the ground. You tried once again, but froze when you heard the door handle begin to jiggle. The door swung open and a light was turned on making you squint from the change in brightness.

“Good morning Y/N, good to see you’re finally awake. Can I get you something to eat or maybe a coffee?”, a deep unfamiliar voice spoke.

“Who are you and how the fuck do you know my name?”, you spat not in the mood for pleasantries.

The man walked in and took a seat in the chair across the room. You took noticed of his expensive looking suit that was tailored to fit him perfectly. His hair was slicked back. A strong cologne followed after him. He reminded you a lot of Yoongi.

“Is that anyway to speak to the man that saved your life and took you away from that monster?”, he said while lighting a cigar.

You scoffed, “You saved my life? My life was just fine until you kidnapped me and threw me in this room.”

“Oh dear Y/N. You really are too good and naive for Yoongi.”, the man chuckled.

The mention of Yoongi made your breath hitch.

“How do you know Yoongi?”

“Well Y/N…I am glad you asked. You see me and Yoongi go way back. We met when we were just children. We used to be very good friends, actually like brothers. We ran a little side business together. The largest drug manufacturing and distribution organization since the 80’s, you know… nothing too extreme. Then one day Yoongi’s parents decided to finally give him the reigns to control the business and suddenly he didn’t need me or our organization any more. I agreed to let him walk away because he was my brother and I loved him as such. I wanted him to have a good life either way.”

The man paused to take a long draw of his cigar before continuing, “But it turns out that wasn’t good enough for Yoongi. He was selfish. He wanted to take everything we had worked for while also making sure his past life would never get out to the public. He lied to me. He deceived me because he knew I trusted him. He took all of our assets, every cent. He destroyed any evidence that could be linked to him. And then to top it all off he went to the police to get the whole operation shut down to make sure this could never come back on him. But..unfortunately for him I’ve been able to build back most of what we had even though it’s nowhere near what we once had. It took a lot of time and cost me a lot of money and many of my men all while I’ve had to watch him live the life of luxury in his comfy office, going to galas, being praised and awed by strangers around the world that don’t know how evil he really is behind the facade of expensive suits and sultry looks. I vowed that I would get my revenge against him and make him pay for what he did to me…to us. I was starting to loose hope that I would ever get my chance.”

The man suddenly stood up and took a few long strides to kneel down in front of you. You pushed yourself back against the wall as far as you could while trying to conceal your whimpers.

The man poked his finger against your forehead, “And then I saw the photos of your little date. I could see it in his eyes…just how in love with you he is. I knew this wasn’t some random hookup like the others. And I knew that my time had finally come. Min Yoongi took everything from me and now I will take everything from him.”

“So what are you going to do? Just kill me to get back at him?”, you scoffed.

“Oh no no no Y/N. Not yet at least. I’m going to have some fun first. I want him to suffer for a while. I want him to worry about you until he’s sick to his stomach. For him to know your pain is all his fault. Then I want to kill him.”

You watched as the man walked over to the door before he turned to look back at you, “At the end of the day Yoongi doesn’t care about anyone or anything except himself, his image, and his money. You’re going to learn real soon about the real Min Yoongi.” The man stood up and left you speechless as you watched the door slam shut behind him.

“Fuck fuck fuck”, Yoongi chanted as he drove around trying to figure out his next move. He knew he never should’ve asked you out. He scolded himself for being weak for you.

He thought back to the first time he saw you and how he developed an immediate crush on you. Something he’d never experienced before. He saw you behind the counter of the coffee shop. You were definitely new. You kept eyeing him before quickly turning away every time he’d try and make eye contact with you. He knew you liked him. He wasn’t stupid.

Unfortunately he liked you too. Your cheeks flushed from nervousness and the heat of running around in behind the counter. Your hair wet from sweat and plastered to your forehead. You bit your lip in concentration as you poured the coffee. You looked so cute to him and he wanted to get to know you. To date you and make you his.

Then you shakily handed him his coffee only to knock it down on the counter spilling all over his favorite custom made shoes. Sure he had three other pairs so it really wasn’t a big deal, but he took it as the opportunity to scold you hoping to make you hate him. Selfishly hoping it would keep you away from him so he wouldn’t fall for you even more.

But it didn’t work as he had hoped and he quickly fell more madly in love with you every time he saw you. Then his parents made him get a job at Jin’s Java House. He knew it was a bad idea from the start. He tried to argue with them, pleaded for another option but to no avail. He thought he was strong enough. He started off trying to be rude while working together to make you hate him even more then he already knew you did, but it only made him feel guilty and left him wanting to make it up to you any way he could.

Then he tried distracting himself with other women, sometimes as close even ten minutes before he came down for his shift at the coffee shop with you. But even when his secretary was topless and moaning underneath him as he thrusted into her on his office couch all he could think about was you and your beautiful smile and how he wished it was you below him instead. As he was burrowed deep inside someone else he fantasized about how he would take his time and do everything possible to pleasure you until it was you screaming his name over and over. He knew it was a lost cause at that point because he was a man in love. And now here he was driving around the city while you were God knows where because of him and his weaknesses.

Yoongi regretted his past life. He wasn’t proud of what he did. He had gotten in a little trouble at school so his parents had told him he was a failure and they would sell the company before allowing him to take control. He felt hurt and useless and desperate to prove them wrong.

So as a teenager he turned to crime. Him and his best friend started dealing drugs. It started small with just some weed or pills here and there to other friends and their acquaintances. Then it got bigger and bigger until next the thing he knew they were moving thousands of kilos of various drugs every year worth hundreds of millions of dollars. They had bases in Seoul, LA, New York, Tijuana, London, Rio, Moscow, and Beijing as well as dozens of smaller ones he couldn’t even remember any more. Money was rolling in like he’d never seen even though he already grew up wealthy. He had a new woman every night and said goodbye to them before the morning with no strings attached. He was on top of the world and the best part was he was doing it all with his best friend.

Then he got a call. His dads health was deteriorating. The generational family company was falling apart. His mom was coping by drinking and popping pills, probably from his own supply unbeknownst to her. They were proud of him for becoming so successful in his “pharmaceutical business”, a lie he told when people started questioning his job or where his money came from. His parents had changed their minds and wanted him to take over the company. Become the ceo and bring profitability and success back to the family name and business.

At first Yoongi told them to fuck off. He wasn’t going to give up what he had worked hard for after they tossed him aside like he wasn’t their own flesh and blood.

Then days later he got another call from one of the few people in the world that he respected, his grandmother. She asked Yoongi to take over the company that her and his grandfather had fought so hard to build and turn into an empire. She didn’t want to see it given to someone outside of the family or worse have it shut down completely.

Yoongi tried to politely decline, but then solemnly she begged him. She begged him to take over not only to save the company, but so that he could escape his life of crime before he ended up in prison or worse. She cried reminiscing about how many times she stayed up all night worried about him and what he was doing out in the world. How every phone call made her heart skip a beat fearing the worst. How she saw families being torn apart thanks to him and his business’s product. She begged him, even referring to him as her little dumpling, a nickname she had often used for him growing up that he hadn’t heard in years.

Yoongi didn’t ask how she knew about his secret life. He didn’t want to know to be honest, but he knew he didn’t want to be the reason for her tears any longer. So he called his parents the next day to accept the position.

His friend had been kind and understanding, offering to let Yoongi just walk away from everything and leave him in charge.

At first that was fine. Then one night on his way home he found out that his neighbors daughter overdosed. She was just sixteen. A star student and respected ballerina already being scouted by some of the biggest dance companies from all over the world. Yoongi knew the drugs were from his prior organization. There were no others around at the time.

He watched the girls parents standing in the pouring rain until their knees gave out and they hit the concrete and sobbed as the stretcher carrying their daughter was wheeled into the back of a waiting van. After that night his grandmothers voice started playing over and over in his head often keeping him up along with the screams of the parents he heard that night.

Yoongi decided he wanted to erase that part of his life like it never happened.

Because he was still trusted by his friend he had access to the bank accounts which he wiped clean. He destroyed every document he could find that would tie him to the organization. Anonymously he contacted police in every city he could think of and helped them to track down all of their operations getting them all shut down. Multiple people were arrested and a few even killed. He did his best to convince himself that their blood was not on his hands.

And when the few that were arrested tried to snitch and implicate Yoongi there was no significant evidence and the little the police could find was quickly swept under the rug thanks to a little cash swung their way.

Yoongi was able to walk away without anyone knowing of his past life. His friend left to pick up the pieces of a once great empire. And now here Yoongi was paying the price for something he thought was long behind him and could no longer keep him from happiness.

You walked around the room as you looked for an escape. The window had bars around it. Of course the door was securely locked. There was nowhere to go. You didn’t have your phone any longer. You resigned to taking a seat back on the floor trying to come up with a plan.

You weren’t sure how much time had gone by but at some point later in the day a woman appeared with a tray carrying a bowl of soup and some toast as well as an apple and a bottle of water. You thanked her even though you had no appetite at all.

As you sat under the window staring up at the little bit of the sky you could see you wondered what was happening in the outside world. What happened at the coffee shop when you didn’t show up for work? Did they call looking for you? You were going to fall behind in your classes if that even mattered any more. Was Yoongi even looking for you or was he worried this would get out in the public and ruin his image? It was all becoming too much and you began to cry fearing the future and the unknown.

After a while of crying and dozing off you decided you were getting a little hungry. Remembering the tray from earlier you decided against the soup which was now cold and gelatinous, but the toast still seemed okay so you picked it up taking a bite.

It was slightly stale but passable. As you mindlessly chewed you noticed a small piece of paper on the plate where the bread had been.

With your brows furrowed you unfolded the paper finding a hand written note. The writing was barely legible as it appeared quickly scratched down and was written in some kind of lipstick.

“I’ll come back tonight. When you hear three knocks at the door be prepared to run.”

Your mouth went dry. Your heart began to race. Quickly you chugged down the bottle of water as you contemplated if running was worth the risk. Surely if they caught you then you would be killed. And who is this woman and why is she helping you? What if it was a test?

You had a million different thoughts going through your mind, but they were cut short.

*Knock…Knock…Knock*

Slowly the door creaked open and the same woman from earlier peaked in the room. She motioned for you to follow her. What did you have to loose you thought so you did.

The two of you tiptoed down the hall and some stairs before you heard shouting after you.

“Run!”, the woman shouted so you sprinted not far behind her. You ran down hallways and and stairs. Looking for any exit door.

Just when you saw your hope, a door with a large window facing the outside world just down the hall from you, you were grabbed and harshly thrown down on the ground. You looked up seeing Yoongi’s friend breathing heavily.

“This is what I get huh? I tried to let you stay upstairs in a warm room. I gave you food. Yoongi always said I was the soft one out of the two of us. I guess he was right, but not any more.”, he spat dragging you down the hall by your arm.

Frantically you searched for the woman from earlier who tried to help you. You hoped she got out or was at least safe, but you quickly realized that was not true. A blood curdling scream rang through the air followed by a single gunshot. Your eyes widened in horror.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m not gonna kill you just yet. Not before you’ve gone on a final date with your Yoongi.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat as the man threw you in a cell, the iron gates loudly clanking shut. It looked like you were in a dungeon. It was cold and there was zero light coming through.

Without speaking the man tossed you an old dirty towel to use as a blanket before heading back upstairs leaving you down there alone.

Days went by. You were barely fed and barely slept. You had accepted your fate at that point. Unsure if it was the delirium setting in or what but you often found yourself chuckling at your situation.

You missed the days of going to college. You missed your friends. You missed the smell of coffee and the warmth it brought. You couldn’t believe how your life had turned around in the matter of hours all thanks to you falling in love with a lier, con artist, the devil? You weren’t really sure how to view Yoongi right now. He was probably leading a meeting right now without a care in the world. He’s probably going out to dinner later with some woman he met on his way to work with the sole intention to get in her pants by the end of the night. A small part of you hoped he was worried about you. Looking for you. Doing anything to help. Because a small part of you still loved him.

You hadn’t heard anyone walk in until you heard the iron gate slide open ending in a loud clank.

“Put this on. And use these wipes to clean yourself up.”, an unfamiliar voice said.

You sat staring at the items in front of you not moving.

“Bosses orders”, the man growled.

Slowly you grabbed the wipes and began wiping down your face and arms. It actually felt kind of nice.

You reached for the other items, a black cocktail dress and hair brush. You took the brush and ran through your hair a few times until the knots were out.

You looked at the dress and then at the man in front of you. He rolled his eyes and sighed before turning around and facing the wall. Quickly you removed your clothes and put the dress on before the man could turn around.

Just as you finished, the familiar smell of cigars entered the air and not long after Yoongi’s friend appeared.

“Wow don’t you look nice. I can see why Yoongi likes you. I think he’ll appreciate that you dressed up just for him.”, he said before blowing a cloud smoke through your cell.

“Now go ahead and stand up against that wall.”, he pointed towards the other side of the cell.

You crossed your arms in defiance refusing to move.

He chuckled, “I like you Y/N. I really do. Too bad I’m only giving you twenty four hours to live.” Your face dropped in realization at his statement.

A bright flash lit up the cell for just a moment before you realized your photo had been taken.

“Thanks sweetheart. I’m sure Yoongi will love it.”, he laughed before leaving you alone once again.

Yoongi was back at his place pacing back and forth. He’d ignored call after call from Hobi. He’s sure he’s wondering where he and/or you are and he doesn’t have the brain power right now to come up with a believable lie.

As he stared out at the river below his apartment he heard a new notification on his phone. A text message from an unknown number came through showing the preview of a photo.

Clicking on the message he instantly dry heaved sure he would’ve fully vomited had he consumed anything today.

A photo of you in a black dress. Your hair frazzled. Immediately Yoongi noticed the bruising on your body. The cut on your lip and welt on your forehead. What killed him the most was the look on your face. The look of fear, of despair. He could see you were holding back tears and it was all thanks to him.

Seconds later another message came through, “Y/N’s a beauty Yoongi. I always did think you had good taste when it came to women and it seems like even after all these years nothing has changed. You have 24 hours to find us. If you involve the police I’ll kill her instantly. If you even care…”

You had changed back into your old clothes giving yourself a little more coverage from the cold. The floor was made of stone but you were so exhausted you were able to drift off to sleep quite quickly.

You fell into dreamland. Dreaming that you were on a beach. The warm sun shone down on you as a breeze rippled through the air. The ocean waves crashed gently against the sand next to you as you walked along the edge. Looking up you saw Yoongi just down the beach waiting for you. He flashed you a gummy smile showing you the two drinks he had in his hands. Just as you began to walk towards him the sky turned dark and a giant wave came crashing down on you dragging you out to sea. You screamed for help unable to get yourself out of the current as the waves kept you down. Running out of fight you felt yourself slowly drifting under water father and rather. The last thing you remembered was hearing Yoongi screaming your name.

You jerked awake sweaty and out of breath with your hand clutching to your chest.

Sitting up you did your best to try and calm yourself down taking deep slow breaths.

Faintly from a distance you swore you heard your name shouted. You brushed it off thinking it was just a residual memory from your dream.

Then you heard it again, a little clearer this time and you were a little more certain.

“Yoongi?”, you whispered to yourself hearing a familiar sound as the door slammed open.

[askthehcc]

Hey hi hello tango how's the whole finding out you're probably adhd going for ya

Tango: [scratches the back of his head]

Tango: Yeah... that.

Tango: Well... Skizz made me speak to my doctor and they're gonna see how long the waitlist is to get tested and get back to me.

Tango: Uh...

Tango: Oh, I called my dad last week and let him know it was something I was thinking about...

Tango: It's not a thing that's talked much about in Blaze culture? So, yeah, I didn't really know what to expect from him.

Tango: And like, I would've talked to my mum first, but she has this habit of like...

Tango: She's basically really protective of me. Probably because of how she found me? Or because I'm the frail little white boy between my freaking monster brothers, but, y'know.

Tango: The point is, I think if I told her I was getting a medical assessment she would totally flipped her lid, y'know?

Tango: Like, she'd be on the next flight out as if I told her I had, like... terminal cancer or something.

Tango: So, yeah, dad first. It was good. He was pretty chill about it. Some of his students had it when he was doing his teaching residency here, so he was pretty familiar with it.

Tango: Said he'd talk to mum about it for me, let her know it's nothing to, like, panic about.

Tango: But yeah, asides from that I'm just waiting to hear back from the doc and in the meantime...

Tango: Well, in the meantime, Skizz is kinda being the most amazing housemate ever.

Tango: I don't know how long he's been doing his research on this, but he's got schedules, charts, meal plans, and all that kinda stuff.

Tango: Like, yeah, I think if I overthought it too much, maybe I would feel kinda shitty that Skizz is basically running my life at the moment...

Tango: But mostly? I think I just feel... like this huge weight has been taken off me. Like I'm not having to carry around all this guilt and stuff around so much anymore.

Tango: I literally don't even know how I'd do it with him. He's taking on so much responsibility for me that... I mean I'm kinda starting to feel bad that way... heh.

Tango: But I gotta just keep reminding myself that this is how Skizz does friendship, how he shows his love.

Tango: Like, there's a reason my mum totally freaking adores that guy, and it's because he's got that tribal heart, you know?

Tango: You're never just good friends with Skizz. Once he decides you're solid, you're part of his family, no questions asked.

Tango: That's why Java Circuit is the way it is, you know? It's all Skizz.

Tango: So yeah, anyway, kind of got off topic there, but generally... that's how things are going with it.

Tango: It's... it's not too bad, actually.

Tango: Thanks for asking.

[caw4brandon]

We Like, Are Totally Spies

When we think about shows that will appeal to boys. Action is the easiest to relate. Something like; Ben 10, American Dragon Jake Long, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Justice League will be on the list. It has drama, it has fights and it's cool!

However, there has been a movement in that era where specific cartoon shows aim to get girls into action. Kim Possible, Juniper Lee, My Life as a Teenage Robot, and The Winx Club are perfect examples of such shows.

There is an odd case for more girl-centric shows. Something about the need to balance femininity with action. The show needs to feel like an action that happens to have the main characters be girls. This is where today's topic comes in. We're talking about how;

- How's the Mission, Spies? -

< Totally Spies > by Vincent Chalvon-Demersay and David Michel follows three teens; Sam, Clover and Alex from Beverly Hills living a secret life being Super Spies for WOOHP (World Organization Of Human Protection) under their boss; Jerry Lewis.

Their missions involve travelling the world. Fighting mad scientists and twisted outcasts who seek to dominate the world with style and gadgets that conceal themselves as fashionable equipment.

The trio plays specific archetypes. Sam (green) is the brains, Clover (red) is the fashionista/ boy obsessive and Alex (yellow) is the athlete and occasional nerd. Despite their differences, they share several common interests such as their love for shopping and spy skills of agility, hand-to-hand combat and espionage.

Across six seasons, the girls matured from high school to university students. Confronting the daily struggles of homework, social lives and their petty arch-enemy, Mandy.

As a vibe, < Totally Spies > fully leans into the Beverly Hills lifestyle of fabulous fashion and some familiar pop culture names of that era. The show has a mix of the James Bond type of super spy world filled with dull henchmen, high-tech machines and some tacky villains.

- Time to go to Plan B! -

The episodes are condensed into their own episode. Although there have been some arcs that follow specific villains who have a bit of history with the main characters.

Tim Scam is a former agent who went rogue against WOOHP and Terrence Lewis; twin brother to Jerry and a sore thumb to WOOHP. There also reoccurring allies as well. Brittney (cyan) who joined the team as a trainee, Dean from the three-part series < Evil Promotion Much? > and Blaine a freelance agent who dated Clover.

The conflicts, if we can even call them conflicts at all have aged rather strangely. Some of the villains commit petty crimes like kidnapping celebrities due to jealousy or act extreme. Like being anti-consumerist with the solution of destroying malls.

Yet, some are still relatable to this day such as a kid villain who is mad at his father for being busy as a commentary on how parental neglect can cause warped ideas in a child. Whatever, it's a pre-teen show. Let's not look into it too deeply.

The world of Totally Spies is also interconnected with several other shows; [The Amazing Spiez] and [Martin Mystery].

< Martin Mystery > follows Martin, a paranormal investigator for the Center with Martin's step-sister, Diana Lombard and Java the Caveman. Fighting monsters, urban legends and aliens.

According to a special crossover episode. Martin's boss; M.O.M (Mystery Organization Manager) and Jerry know each other. Likewise, in Amazing Spiez; Jerry is also the boss of the Clark siblings. Lee, Marc, Megan and Tony. Sadly, these shows were short-lived and cancelled.

It does raise an interesting point. Why is Totally Spies more popular? As a guess, I think it's because the chemistry between the characters is a lot more interesting and fun.

The three girls are best of friends and while they sometimes bicker over boys, responsibilities and opinions. They will always put their friendship and mission first above all else. It feels more real, in a superficial way.

That an actual girl would have a girlfriend group this tight-knit and if they ever become a part of something bigger than them. They would do it together.

- Here We Go Again! -

Tacky villains, cute super spy girlfriends and awesome gadgets aside. The show has a few good jokes here and there. Its art style borrows a lot from Anime and its colors are groovy to the eyes.

For a show that was meant to attract girls into action. The show has also garnered a large following from boys as well. I think another secret to the success of < Totally Spies > can also be because of its approach to the subject. Like I said in my introduction.

There is an odd case for more girl-centric shows. Something about the need to balance femininity with action. The show needs to feel like an action that happens to have the main characters be girls.

This show is a girl's show. The girls are unapologetic being girly. Doing girl things like shopping, manicure, dating and going on dream vacations but with their secret life as spies. The show balances it out with good action and is still using that girly theme to add to its gadgets.

Heck, some of the gadgets are stuff that I would personally want to have. The Jet Pack backpack, The Wind Tunnel 3000 Tornado Blast Hair Dryer, Lazer lipstick and the Compowder are on my list. Especially with its costume change function.

It's a show that embraces both ends of the spectrum and allows it to show its respective strengths rather than shy away from the themes. With the announcement that this show is going to have a season 7/ soft reboot. It does look promising with several concerns.

But I am hopeful that for a beloved show such as this. The girls will have a proper return and inspire a new generation of girls (and boys) to be < Totally Spies >

[tu-es-gegg]

i fucking .

i hate that it feels liek, at least in the trailer, no one thought of minecraft earnestly. like they looked at screenshots and gists of the game and went "haha ok we can make this for the kids" like oh my god, playing minecraft survival is such an experience because your are dropped into this uncharted land that is just generated and theres so many thigns to discover, but ultimately the decision on how to play the game, the end goal of it all; thats entirely up to the player.

and early game, its so serene, calm as you explore for resources, whether its the caves or above ground, then nightfall hits and then its a fight for your life out in the wilderness. and its the management of what you have and what can you build witht e blocks you got, and its the horror of the big caves (esp with caves and cliffs) that are filled with goodies but also monsters, its the joy of making something out of the stuff you gathered out of your own efforts, the exhiliration of going through the laundry list of progression from the nether to the end and then comes the fight against the ender dragon. the end poem.. a piece of literature that tell you that the player is everything and anything it desires to be, the player is the universe and the universe says i love you because you are love.

minecraft is so earnest in its gameplay loop of "do whatever you want" and its been that way for years in terms of its main java version. theres no undertone of "needing to cater to a demographic" because minecraft is for everyone and mojang for so long have worked with that.

this minecraft movie trailer just...reeks of corporate. liek it comes from the mind of some business exec that scoffed at teh screenshots and short blurb of the game, and took all the fuckass tiring industry standard of photorealistic and choosing to live action just so they can have physical actors' pretty celeb faces in the marketing and also so they can abuse the vfx/cgi teams in teh middle of animation unions as if world is hard enough...

like anyone who plays minecraft understands this is an unrealistic game, trees fuckign float so why is it live action???, it should be ANIMATED BUT NOOooooo they want better pay i guess we better loophole with vfx teams too

its like worse because its doing an isekai plot and like,. dont understand why, is it just for the actors to do a "why the hell everything a square XD" or for them to laugh at minecraft mechanics being not to real life? is that it you want your "good writing points" for that? you want a gold star for being sooooo clever?

im so unbeleivably upset but it jsut frustrates me that outsider views of minecraft is that its just a "silly blocky kids game for kids" like they think they can make everythign into cubes and think that makes a good minecraft representation, when that is not ever the case, what makes a good minecrat rep is understanding the source material, hell just PLAYING THE GAME IS GOOD ENOUGH and i doubt anyone here has even played the game or at least done so with earnest attempt to understand the game's core values

im sorry im bitching so hard but i lvoe this game, i have played this game for years and watched people play it for even longer, im so sick and tired of people putting minecraft in a box when its so much bigger, its a game of so many possibilies just from vanilla, but people who dont even play the game dont respect it's openess and hoensty in that freedom that is the central part of the game. they jsut see bight coloured squares and think its just for the kids who are dumb and stupid enough to buy anyhting thats a cube.

[project-lenacraft]

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Howdy!! I’m making a modpack that’s a revival of an older one I made years ago on the 1.16.5 version of Java Minecraft. This new pack is bringing it to 1.20.1!

It’s a personal project, but it’s pretty cool, so I figured I’d post development updates as I work on.

My OC’s name is Lena. He originally was created using the MCA Reborn character creation system, and he’s also a vampire (Vampirism mod.) He’s the mascot of this project, so you’ll see him around a lot!

The genre of this pack is that of a wilderness-dominated fantasy world. The frontiers are filled with just as beautiful fauna as they are wild beasts and vicious monsters. Civilizations exist in scattered little villages, an attempt at peace amongst the chaos.

The world is brutal, but beautiful. Life is what you make it.

I want it to have elements of exploration and horror, but also cozy slice of life stuff like those cute furniture and cooking mods.

[belethlegwen]

Real Life, Sorry

How do I tell some of my best friends in the world that I am leaving them?

Like, specifically it's a work thing. I love these girls to bits and pieces. If I could handle it, if I could keep it up, if I could roll the dice with them and take these gambles that the year keeps throwing at all of us, I would. Over and over again, I would.

I signed paperwork today. I agreed to a job offer at another location. It's different; it's probably not going to be 'as good' in so many ways as what I have/had with these guys. But it's going to be easier. It's going to be stable. It's what I need for the next year; maybe the next two.

Two of the girls I've spoken to about it, but it was before it was fully set in stone. Tomorrow I pay rent for my current place, and I feel like I need to be upfront and tell the business owner/person I rent from that I'm gonna be gone (before, technically) by the end of the month. I need to start telling my clients. I need to figure it all out.

It's terrifying. For all the not-great parts of the last four years, these girls are the reason I survived the pandemic and the reason I was able to do what I do and love for this long. I'm still going to do what I love! There will be less control, but again: sometimes you need to let another person take the wheel for a while and just ride.

I don't know that I've ever left a job where I was missed after I went. I don't know that there's been a job I've left where there wasn't just... resentment or something for me in the wake of me going, no matter how it happened. Maybe that's just the paranoia, maybe that's just my anxiety, but I'm terrified it'll happen this time. I'm terrified at least one of them will see it as some kind of betrayal; that I'm abandoning them while all of this shit is going on.

I love them.

I'll miss them.

Maybe they won't miss me.

Maybe these pipe dreams of getting through the next year alive and being able to reevaluate, reassess, and regroup with them and go back to this are just that.

But for a while we had the best thing I ever had and I have to tell myself I can always be thankful for it. For any bad, there was so so so much good. There will be good for me wherever I go; I'll make it good. I know I can. They've shown me I can.

Life changes. It feels like life won't stop changing; that it's all changing.

Normally when there are major periods of change in my life, I've previously had dreams of Orcas and dolphins. They haven't shown up this time. I don't know what to make of that. The dreams always involved me seeing them in the distance, or hearing of them, and not being able to get as close as I wanted to. Not being able to really see them. Maybe this time I'm more in control. Maybe this time it's not something running away from me.

I hope I get to see the Orcas, finally.

Sorry for the ramble and rant, I was exhausted when I got home at 5pm and made the mistake of slamming back a Monster Java. My feelings are everywhere.

[nostalgiagere]

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about me , , ,

hi! you can just call me nostalgia. i will not share much about myself here, but this blog is for collecting things i like that are related to reclaiming my childhood. i have a trauma based dissociative disorder and this helps me cope. i am 18 years old and you can refer to me with he/him or they/them pronouns.

note: i interact from @nostalgiaco !

some boundaries and other info , , ,

please do not send me anything sexual whatsoever

please do not ask anything too personal from me. i may give out my discord if i feel comfortable doing so.

please please please feel free to interact via asks, messages, etc! i would like to make friends!!

some of my interests , , ,

i have a lot of interests in general, however our littles have specific interests. i will list a combination of both.

toy related , , ,

littlest pet shops , calico critters , plushies and specific plushie brands , legos , strawberry shortcake , monster high , collecting stickers

shows and media , , ,

childrens cartoons , blues clues , welcome home , ghibli movies , animal related disney movies , bolt (disney) , homeward bound , oliver and company (disney)

video games , , ,

infinity nikki , animal crossing , minecraft (java) , modded minecraft , cozy grove , specific cozy roblox games , sun haven , stardew valley , pikmin 1-4 , nintendo games in general , slime rancher 1+2 , garden life: a cozy simulator

arts and crafts , , ,

coloring , drawing , kandi , crochet , stim boards , moodboards , journaling both digitally and physically

taglist , , ,

#🧸 - plushies / stuffed animals

#🎮 - video game related

#🐩 - animals

#✏️ - text posts

#🎨 - art

#🧩 - toys and other trinkets

#🖌️ - activities (coloring sheets, activity pages, etc)

#⭐ - stim boards, gifs, etc.

#📷 - moodboards

#🍪 - recipes / food related

#🎞️ - shows / movies / etc

fandom specific tags , , ,

#🦄 - my little pony

#🐾 - littlest pet shop

#🏠 - welcome home

#🔎 - blues clues

#🌟 - care bears

#🩰 - sanrio

#🎀 - monster high

#🐈 - beanie babies

#✨ - sailor moon

#☀️ - pokemon

#🌳 - animal crossing

#🦢 - infinity nikki

#🩷 - moshi monsters

#🐉 - how to train your dragon

#🐺 - animal jam

#🪄 - studio ghibli

i hope you enjoy your time here :)

[tutchando74]

What are the fears of all your characters, including the ones from your original works

Split Drones

J: Becoming like N.

Eldritch: Death.

N: NX.

NX: Don't even know what that is.

V: Nothing really scares me.

Uzi: My life.

Doll: Не имея возможности что-либо сделать.

Lizzy: Being in danger alone.

Thad: Nothing.

Rebecca: Being away from N.

Nori: Hurting my daughter.Yeva: Теряю себя.

Khan: Alir izivcxlmrk mw yrhiv qc gsrxvsp, M lezi rsxlmrk xs jiev.

Tessa: This uneasy feeling I have.

Cyn: Nothing.

CYN?: Fear?

IT: 01000110 01100101 01100001 01110010 00111111

Headache

C.O.M: What is there to fear?

Humanity

Human: I lost all my fears in the crash.

Uzi: Losing N.

N: Losing my friends.

V: Nothing.

J: Losing Tessa.

Tessa: Don't remember anything.

H: Nothing.

I: IDK.

S: Living.

Domuz Eti: Someone as mighty as I am would never fear anything.

Cursed Ownership

N-0body: Nothing.

Uzi: My dad.

Doll: Khan.

Yeva: Khan.

Khan: Failing Nori.

Mechal: Failing the church.

D: Losing to those damn zombies.

C: We don't need to fear.

F: What's fear?

A: I can't fear anything, that's against the company.

Test Drones

N: The company.

U: M.

H: N.

Test 0: ...

Marks

N: My brother.

J: What the company plans.

V: Nothing.

Rescue Drones

N: Being useless.

θ: Places with too many people, they remember of... some times.

Ω: Urrgh (Touching)

Frainkebot

N-o: Everything about me.

An Error Ocurred to the Virus

Deleted: [Deleted]

Java: Speaking.

Error: Not doing anything.

String: Nothing that I can rememver.

Push: Losing them.

Code: Missdjuge someone.

Script: Looking too much to the abysm.

💣︎♓︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎🙵♏︎: Staying here.

Human: Their little plan completing.

AU'sed

___: ...

Grafitti: Losing my brother.

Painter: Letting them suffer what I did.

After Dream

Dreamer: Myself.

Nightmare: Dream.

Blind Happines

Flowey: Those freaks.

Napstablook: What happened to my cousin.

Momma: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Shivers: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Leader: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Hot: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Protector: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Mind: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Messenger: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Seller: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Him: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Nature's tale

Shroom: I can't feel.

All Father: Nature dying.

All Mother: Nature dying.

Frisk: Death.

Chara: The monsters, the ones in the forest and the ones in my home.

Nature's Will: Mature dying.

Natural Frisk: Nature dying.

Tales from the war

Determined: They.

Patiencent: Time.

Brave: I can't fear anything.

Integrated: Not seeing the full picture.

Persevere: Giving up.

Kind: Not helping those poor souls.

Just: Being wrong on my judgement.

Asgore: Failing everyone.

Toriel: Being unable to protect my kingdom.

Gerson: Not doing my job.

Gaster: The humans power.

They: *Inaudible*

Reality Falls

Pines: What is beyond.

Star: Losing my brother.

The Amazing Fate of Gumball

Fateless Cat: I lost all my fears when I lost my fate.

Monkey wars

Primary: The militars.

Militar: Losing power.

Magic: Losing the forest.

Support: The other 3 groups.

Inicio

YHWA: ...

Devil: I fear myself and YHWA.

Miguel: Nothing.

Gabriel: Nothing scares me as I tell everything.

Uriel: Nothing.

Samuel: YHWA's granted me the miracle of leading his army, I shall not fear even the Devil itself.

Rafael: I fear my fear of YHWA getting hurt, since that's a lack of belief on my part.

Jofiel: I shall not fear, since that's what the Devil created.

Zadkiel: My lack of respect in my deepest thoughts.

Avarice: Emptiness

Gluttony: Nothing to eat.

Envy: I envy fear, since everyone has it, but everyone has me too.

Anger: AAAAAAAAARGRHRAAAAAAAA *In whispers*

Lust: Ooooh, I LOVE fear!

Laziness: ...

Pride: I don't feel fear.

Adam: Not being me.

Eve: The end.

Lilith: Telling stories.

Death: Nothing.

Judgement: Hospitality's lack of judgement.

Hospitality: Judgement being wrong.

History Teller: Your twisted minds hehehe.

Loop

Blue: Something I don't know.

Red: Purple fiding a way to end me.

Purple: Losing to Red.

White: ...

Master: It.

Layers of Hopelesness

Medic: This world. This dammed world.

Brzilian legends

Enzo: Bandeirantes.

Gabriel: Mapinguari.

Maria: Boto Cor de Rosa.

Meaning

I: What is fear if not something our mind makes us feel in preparation for something. Or is it?

Cicle of the Broken

Bovic: Craoline, she's unpredictable.

Craoline: Bovic, he's too smart.

Angelic Blood

Blood angel: God.

Kindergaten Nightmares

Cloudy: Losing money.

Dirty: Adults.

Sunny: Cold.

Flowy: If my meds end.

Watery: What they do.

Kid: Getting caught by them.

My myself:

Me: Losing myself in this madness.

Why?

Me: My lack of purpose. Why do I care. People have their purpose. Why do I care, My lack of purpose.

Narrated

Narrator: It.

Character: Continuing in this narrative.

Devilish journey

Devil: Humans and their little shit thoughts.

[lamarckianenterprises]

Magitech Mechs and Vengeance (Dream)

Henrietta Head of HЯ — 12/05/2022 2:40 AM

Had a fun dream about magitek mechs and vengeance, or well, I say mechs but tbh they were more like vehicles that transform into mechs.

The core conceit is that I was playing a third person shooter or bullet hell video game where the gimmick is that my character can only hold so many 'memories' gained from shooting down and defeating enemies before I need to 'sleep', regaining hit points and activating in combat buffs apparently but only once per mission

It was one of those classic isekai things where the magitek entered the world, allowing megalomaniacal people to act out their villainous plots to alter the shape and nature of the world around them under the belief that their strong powers grant them some measure of divine purpose that justifies their actions.

I was supposedly a regular guy until some shit happened to kill me and an unrequited crush, and instead of hoping that I'd go to heaven with her or some shit my own regrets dragged me down into instead wishing that if I was given another chance at living, I would get my vengeance, and never let anything hold me back anymore.

But instead I woke up, and instead of being a baby or whatever the clock had wound back, I was the woman I had a crush on, nothing had happened yet, but I was still determined to use my second chance to get my vengeance, and enjoy life as it came. Developing my budding powers, creating a network of contacts that tipped me off to the various cells of the organization trying to take over the nation state of Java for me to dismantle, and awkwardly realizing that I exist in this timeline too and trying not to interact with him too much even if he kept showing up.

Slowly but surely becoming the very kind of powerful but unfettered 'divinely ordained' monster I used to hate, getting a sweet makeover, and watching this neat super sentai series about a group of three who each aspired to be just as good as the big three DC superheroes of old only to realize that they're wrapped up in a plot involving alternate realities where they do exist.

Until it was finally time, I had driven the organization to a corner, (I never really bothered to learn its real name and referred to it exclusively as 'that organization' or 'my enemy' apparently) and was about to crush their latest or potentially last base in my magnum opus, a massive and sleek hover tank of sorts armed to the teeth with an array of missiles, lasers, cannons, lasers, and lasers, and it all made me wonder why I was still doing this to begin with, and what comes next really. 

Pure vengeance is nice and all but what? Do I just die after this? Do I keep going until something kills me? Do I dedicate my whole life to mopping up the mess this organization left behind and stopping others like them? All of this sprang to mind, unlike the morality of essentially driving up to a hotel, blaring out a short warning, and then immediately blowing it up for the umpteenth time, the only thing stopping me from immediately doing so this time around being the sight of my old self inside, surprising me enough to make me declare that they will have a grand total of 30 seconds to evacuate before I tear the building and everything below it apart. Instead the other residents took the time to fire back and summon a great slime, which I cursed only because I exclusively wielded fire, heat and impact based weaponry this time around, forcing me to only blow up the building itself as I kited around the most disappointing enemy so far, doing next to no damage as I slowly tore it apart into little chunks to evaporate, before I finally did something risky and hot swapped one of my lasers or something to make it a cold laser capable of freezing it, and allowing me to smash it apart.

My victory being short lived however, as I went to sleep, and woke up to find myself facing off against a mechanical black dragon once more, finding the rider of the recurring foe (that was inexplicably capable of cutting itself in half to have the tail and lower body move and fly independently of the front) to be none other than.... My old self. This shocked me a fair bit, as I realized that in my ceaseless pursuit of vengeance I had in fact, lost the reason why I embarked on it in the first place, I had never grown close to myself, and I had lived well past my supposed day of death.

Backing me into a corner as I took one withering blow after another... Until I had a vision, of all of the people I met and connected with, and of the future, or at least a potential one. It wasn't of me happy and married or queen of the world or whatever, it was a clip from the ending of the show I've been watching throughout this game, that I've consistently noted as having strong homoerotic tension between the various supermen and batmen, and in it just before the final battle, the superman wannabe (male) leaned in to kiss the cheek of the batman wannabe  (male) who was driving, causing the usually stone faced and stoike man blushing a little, and asking what that was supposed to be.

The sight, above all else made me realize that there was more tying me to this world than simple revenge, more to see, more people to meet, more that can be worth fighting for. The realization causing my magnum opus to warp and reshape itself around me as I charged forward to meet the black knight riding astride his mechanical steed, and then I fucking woke up before I got an actual ending.

[mythosasked]

Versus Them All - Prologue: The Abomination

When the police finally caught me, I knew everything was up. My book bag full of yistr, confiscated. My sword is in a locker and I never used it. My bracelet is all I have that is worth anything to me. To them it may be worth a yistr or two, but to me this braided bracelet is all the hope I can now afford.

Instead of squirming in anticipation, I rubbed the teeth of my bracelet. I flicked the sparkling rocks, caressed the silver pendant in the shape of a winged-serpent.

My knuckles are all bruised and bloody, but right now they hardly ache. My hair is covering my face, long and curly, so I cannot tell what the officer looks like when he enters the interrogation room. I can sense how infuriated he is. The tension heats up the room and maybe even intensifies when he throws a stack of papers not even in a file to hide how ugly and uncomfortable the pictures are.

He starts out with a question instead of calling me an abomination, a monster, or anything else degrading.

“How old are you?” He growled with a quiet rage.

Nothing comes from me. I continue trying to find some sort of hope on my wrist, behind the tight shackles binding my hands to the warm table.

Worst case scenario, I get the death penalty. Best case scenario, I get life without parole. V told me to stay home today. I should have listened.

“What is your real name?” The detective pressed. He has more in his hands, surprisingly.

If I know anything, I know that speaking puts me in a bigger world of trouble. I can afford a lawyer. They can talk my way into a very hopeful juvenile until I turn eighteen. Then I can be out and about again.

The detective says as he walks around the table, “Your friends said that you’re a mute… but I don’t believe that.”

He throws a disk case on the table that has black marker scribbled on it reading, “Robbery of Java’s Gas Station”. Then another, “Burglary of Luna Flange Residence”.

“I have audio of you speaking in those.” He passes behind me. “What do I not have of you is the real question!” He sneers, “You aren’t a very discreet criminal, so help me figure out how they haven’t caught you until now? You can’t be more than—what? Fourteen? Fifteen?”

He has an entire stack of discs in his hand that he throws down one by one.

“We found in your book bag some jars of conditioner and rub on black hair dye.” He sits down and places his house worth of footage down as well. “You…” he hesitates, “… are an abomination in every sense of the word. We know that your actual hair color is red. Do you know what that means for you?”

“I’ll clarify it for you if you don’t know… in Visteria since the Shattering, we have had an anti-immigration policy in place. I am sure you have heard of it. The Culling has been an ongoing erasure of immigrants and foreigners. I am not the judge, but… it is highly likely that you’ll be killed. Are you fine with dying without saying anything in your… defense?”

For once, I want to rub my tattoo since I remember it is there. Just to trace the lines of ink with my finger and try to feel the difference in the texture of my skin. It is under a layer of bandages since V does not like to see it.

Still, I twist an orange stone between my thumb and index.

“Well… anyways, your friends ratted on you. We are still building up all the charges, but—uhh…—sixteen murder charges so far, about fourteen burglary charges ranging from grand theft auto to breaking-and-entering. More than twenty counts on assaults,” he shrugs. “The list kind of just keeps going… we aren’t done going through everything we have on you.”

“Were you their hitman? One of the killers? Who was the one that groomed you into this?” He isn’t waiting for a response. Just rattling off. “You were the one in the slaughterhouse that we couldn’t get ahold of. You were seen as a passenger in the vehicle dragging Tas “Jam” Lassing down the strip with him tied up to chains attached to the bumper!” He slid the pictures of proof in front of me.

…

The detective breathes. “I want you to know before you die,” he says as he rises from his chair. I track him through my red bangs as he adjusts his pants, gripping his belt and tugging at it. “You were the defining example of what an abomination is and why we can’t allow monsters, and filth like you to roam our streets.”

I flip my hair into its normal state to glare into his eyes. I know my consequences; I am not afraid of them. I have heard worse slurs and curses. Can I be sentenced now to get the prejudice over with already? Or can the detective be my next victim?

A knock comes from the door and a blonde woman pokes her head inside. “Detective, a woman claiming to be her guardian, called. She has a lawyer coming in.”

[nightmareofdepravity]

This Is Me

Name: Accacio Nightmare Birthday: February 17th Age: Twenty-nine going on Thirty Pronouns: He/Him Location: Hell aka Texas Occupation: Unemployed but waiting to rejoin Amazon. While I'm waiting for that. I am helping my family prepare their house so they can move out at the beginning of February. Pets: I own a little puppy named Butter and he is such a good boy. Children: I have one although he's not a child anymore. He's a 19-year-old. I'm not his biological parent or anything. It's hard to explain it because anyone who hasn't had a life online won't understand it. I took him under my wing when I met him and have stood by him ever since. He doesn't have a good mom so I've always tried to be that parent he deserved. I want more kids for sure though. I would love to raise a little baby all the way up to a promising adult. Sexuality: Questioning but definitely attracted to all genders. ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ My Interests: Writing, Reading, Fanfiction, Gaming, Cooking, Recipes, Photography, Psychology, Mental Illnesses and Disorders, Witchy Stuff, Animals, Natural Disasters, Binge watching TV Shows, PS5 gaming, PC gaming, Poems, Books, Wattpad, FanFiction.Net, Wolves, Supernatural, Paranormal, Weed, Vaping, Doodling, Singing horribly, Computers, Social Media, Smut, Shipping Fictional Characters, and so on.

Likes: Everything in my interests, Loyalty, Humor, Intelligence, Creativity, IMVU, Discord, Tumblr, Texting, Typing, I prefer physical books over digital but sometimes in a busy life It's easier to read on a phone than to read an actual book, Short hair on me, Thoughtfulness, Adaptability, Resilience, Alcohol, Soda, Carbonated water but not all of them, Snow, Cold Weather, The North, and so on. Dislikes: Assholes, Liars, Cheaters, Over-Opinionated people, Closedmindedness, Hot Weather, The South, Discriminators, Trump, Phone calls (I get anxiety from them but I do enjoy Voice calls which I still get anxiety from), Unreliable people, Abusive people, How much family tends to let down SOOO many people, Pepsi, and so on. ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ FAVORITES Food: Steak, Chicken, Pasta, Cheese, Chinese, Meat, etc. Beverages: Coca-Cola, Fruity sodas (Faygo, Sunkist, Fanta, etc), Apple Juice, Monster Energy, Monster Javas, Rockstar, Most Fruit Juice, etc. Alcoholic Beverages: Mike's Hard Lemonades, Screwdrivers, Long Island Ice Teas, Twisted Teas, Smirnoffs, Fireball, Vodka, etc. Animals: Wolves, Snakes, Frogs, Dogs, Cats, Lizards, Bats, Raccoons, etc. Colors: Black, Red, Green, and Purple. Social Media: Discord, Tumblr, Instagram, and Lemon8. ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ If you want to learn more about me just message or comment. I'm here not just to express myself but maybe to also make some new friends. I'm sure we can easily find something in common and If not I'm typically very adaptable to most people.

[afourthestate]

Minecraft

I think it's that time of year for me where I get super into Minecraft again for a few weeks. I finally got Java Edition on my laptop and fulfilled a wish I always had as a child; to play the game with a shader. I can't leave it on for too long without the computer getting a little warm, but here's what it looks like with a quick build I made in creative.

I calculated how much of my life I have spent playing this game add apparently it is ~1.35%. I knew I spent a lot of my youth and social distancing days playing Minecraft, but I did not know it was that much... I guess there's a reason for it though, this game is probably my favorite of all time. I have so many great memories playing Minecraft, from my very first night hiding from nonexistent monsters while unknowingly on peaceful mode to besting the Wither with friends on our Covid server.

My interest in Minecraft ebbs and flows. Sometimes, it feels repetitive and dull. Other times, it provides the biggest laughs, the most tense moments, and intense feelings of serenity and loneliness. I do think it's a beautiful thing that in 50 years, I'll most likely still be able to boot up a world and enjoy myself just as much as I did when I was 7.

(I promise my posts will not all be about video games in the future)

[green-fifteen]

Perennial (hardy to zones 5 and 6)

Prompt: New Beginnings

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles & Danny

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1.324

Summary: Stiles is a California transplant in New York who needs a friend. Danny gives him coffee.

Stiles moved out of California for college. He'd thought about it for a long time, but his mind was made up when things ended badly with Derek. Actually, maybe that's an understatement. Things with Derek ended really badly. As in, I don't want to even look at the stuff you left in my bedroom badly. So, east coast it was.

Getting into the school of his choice wasn't a great trial. He'd already been getting mail from some of the biggest names in that part of the country, he just chose the best-sounding one, paid the application fee, and wrote a trite little essay. It was easy for him. The hard part was what came after.

Because after applying, after being accepted, and after flying clear across the country, for the first time in his life Stiles found himself truly alone. The only person he knew in the whole state of New York was his roommate, who he almost never saw. Kevin had a girlfriend nearby who he stayed with most of the time.

It was hard. He went to every orientation event that first week of the semester, but even though he could be friendly and act interested and chat the ears off a crowd of people, something made him feel... different. Separate from his peers, somehow. He thought it probably had a lot to do with fighting for his life in graveyards and defeating nightmare monsters most people only see in storybooks. It was like, because he couldn't talk about the stuff that actually went on in his life, he had almost nothing to say about himself. And he certainly couldn't relate to his year group in most regards. Oh, the highlight of Jason's senior year was coming in first place in the school triathlon? That's cool, Jason. The best part of my year was when I got stabbed by a witch but didn't die. Do you want to see my scar? or What's that, Bethany? Your high school boyfriend got arrested for shoplifting? You won't believe what my ex-boyfriend has been arrested for! Not exactly the kind of thing that makes a good first impression.

So for about two weeks, Stiles went to class, then back to his dorm. He stopped by the food hall for lunch and dinner. He tried hanging out one time with another boy on his floor, but it hadn't worked out. Stiles was trying not to take it personally, but being ghosted after one gaming session was a hard hint to miss. He was beginning to consider the possibility that he might not be meant for normal people. He wasn't even meant for werewolf people, if Derek was any indication. Maybe Beacon Hills broke him, somehow.

But then, after a boring and idiotic Intro Compsci class one day, he went to a cafe.

It was called Nitro Java, but Stiles didn't know that at the time. All he knew was that he could smell coffee wafting out from the door and he still had two more classes that day. He needed a cup of coffee to hold himself together, like he was an old shoe and coffee was a shoelace. Or something. He really needed caffeine, so he followed his nose in and to the counter.

When he managed to tear his eyes away from the menu, he looked down into a very familiar pair of brown eyes.

"Danny?" he said, voice a little quiet with surprise.

Danny looked back at him like it was typical. Typical Stiles, moving to the same city as him at the same time and walking into the cafe while he was on register. He sighed and his eyes crinkled a little like he might want to smile but he didn't.

"I feel like I should be more surprised," he said. Then, "Do you know what you want to order?"

And that was that for a while. They hadn't ever been friends before, back at home. And it wasn't like Jackson had ever talked to any of them long enough for Danny to even be a possible topic of conversation. It made sense that Stiles had no idea he would be there. And it made sense why Danny had no special interest in befriending him now, either. Even their unwilling extracurricular activities (People In The Know About Weird Shit In Beacon Hills Club, Alive Chapter) hadn't made them grow any closer. They were just two guys who knew each other. Why should that change now that they were two guys who knew each other 2,000 miles from home?

But it seemed to, for Stiles. He scrolled through his contacts to see if he still had Danny's number, just to check. He was surprised at his own relief when he found it. He didn't send anything. It was just nice to know there was someone walking around campus who knew his name and had met his dad. Something about that made it easier to be lonely.

When the weather started to turn and Stiles had to buy a coat (the part of him that would always be a California Boy was appalled and dismayed), he went into Nitro Java again. The shortening days and the piling assignments made him cranky and when he was cranky, he craved caffeine. As he approached the counter, he saw Danny again, standing there behind the counter wearing a purple apron with a name tag on it.

Stiles smiled at it, hitching his backpack higher onto his shoulder to free one hand. "Daniel, huh?" He reached into his pocket to grab his wallet.

"Yes," he replied. "The manager made the name tag when I got hired. Another americano?"

"Please."

After he paid and Danny turned around to make the espresso, Stiles piped up, "So, what are you studying?"

"Computer Engineering." He didn't turn around.

"Dude! That's so cool. You could be like the next Tony Stark! You probably won't have enemies from outer space, though." He stopped talking, awkwardly pausing even though he didn't know why.

Danny snorted and poured the shot into a cup of hot water, then slid it across the counter to him. "The stuff we've seen? I'm not so sure."

Stiles grinned and wrapped both hands around the cup to warm them, breathing in the smell and the steam. "Ugh, you're right. It would be just our luck to discover aliens are real, too. What do you wanna bet they're already here?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, nothing? You don't think there could be aliens here, among us? Mingling and assimilating?"

Danny crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back onto the counter toward Stiles. "Even if there are, I don't want to put money on it. I lose either way. If I'm right, that means we'll run into aliens. And knowing our history, they'll probably want to kill us. If I'm wrong, I have to give you my money."

"This is why you're going to be the next genius billionaire philanthropist," Stiles said, laughing. "That sharp business acumen."

They smiled at each other. Stiles felt warmth in the part of his brain where he usually felt cold and strange. They looked away at the same time and Stiles cleared his throat.

"So, hey. I'm taking a Compsci class and it's kicking my ass," he said, lying. "And I still have your number. Is it okay if I text you sometimes, if I need help? Since you're basically like the Computer Avenger."

Danny quirked his lips without turning his head. "Sure," he said easily. "Philanthropist, remember?"

Stiles smiled back. Even though the leaves were falling off the trees and the chill outside bit at his ears through his new winter cap, it felt like spring where he was standing. As he breathed in deep, he thought he could smell soil and rain and growing things. He took a sip of coffee and felt his mind open up around the possibility of a new beginning.

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