#starbucks textpost

[vexinglyvolatile]

ace attorney memes i made part 13

(yes these are all dual destinies related. for no reason in particular other than i made a bunch and they’re slightly easier to tag this way)

link to masterpost

[a-literal-supernova]

i think i have a problem i can’t stop

[sodamnbored]

Sirius: I’m a pretty extreme guy.

James: And I’m pretty stupid.

Sirius, doing the Dragonball fusion dance: And together we are - !

James, also doing the fusion dance: Extremely stupid!

[moomoocowmaid]

I have once again fallen victim to the horrific closing situation and trickery of a Starbucks glass bottle. Wet.

[kindaorangey]

oh the gay people are getting mean in the tags of my poll where i pit our good shadows against each other

[midnights-dragon]

getting starbucks is only enjoyable when you have a gift card. because like ok that’s fine just put in the card and boom get drinks it’s fine. but if you’re telling me I have to pay $15.46 for two drinks and a croissant and it’s gonna come out of my bank account?? like…. no thanks

[aria-allium]

based on the general reaction from the dash my condolences to anyone who watched the wilbur lore stream today

[theworstcreature]

Just saw a target with one of the old slushie machines and soda fountain….. nature is healing

[deedoo-r]

who has that post about chocolate croissant looks like it's conscious, I need it.

[13thstreetstation]

honestly i have no shame i am so close to being broke all the time but i'm stuck in a vicious loop of buying starbucks and then suffering miserably and starving for the next four days

[zipperrants]

just gonna start posting about all of the bullshit that happens in my dr as textposts

Wanda:I am a doll!

me:Yeah so is annabelle!

wanda:*throws a bowl at me*

Zenna:*washing her car while I am sitting in it talking to her*

Zenna:Can you roll up the window please?

me: Don't tell me what to do with your cheap three dollar haircut

zenna:*points the waterhose directly at me*

Peter: Dude I could absolutely beat my Aunt May at basketball

me who has an edited version of Peter on my phone:Dude what did you say?! *presses the button for the edited thing cuz hes said this a bunch*

the recording: Dude I could beat my Aunt May

Peter then took off running to apologize to May because I gaslit him into thinking he actually said that

Me:*arguing with Loki because people keep flirting with my dumbass who matches their energy and doesn't realize they're flirting*

Loki:*arguing with me because above*

Pietro who is in the same car as us looking at his phone:*In a high pitched voice* mamma mia

Me:*talking to myself not realizing that Tony is in the same room as me* Whoever invented quizzlet needs to get their ass ate- *looks into my cats eyes who is judging me* don't look at me like that I took your balls once and I will do it again

Tony: Hey, Zipper, what the fuck?

pietro cooking: Hey what do you think eminem would be like if he was white- *wanda proceeded to throw a pan at him*

*at a starbucks*

me: can I have 10 shots of espresso in that?

Ned: jesus christ just do cocaine-

Steve:*getting onto me because I had been wearing sweat pants for the last two days*

me:My pants are fine and my tampons in! You're no better than dhamer or Dolly Parton!

*me and bucky watching a true crime show*

the tv:And he cut her neck with a razor-

me:do you think he had a dollar shave club membership-

[killjoygem]

Gonna look through the first ten of my reccomended posts and see if any of them actually interest me. For science.

1. Not really. It was doctor who but not something I'm super interested in

2. Another Doctor who post, sort of interesting but sort of also make me feel bitter, bc it was theorising about something that I know would've been written off as a plothole in the previous era. Can't decide whether I wanted to see this or not

3. Also doctor who but also doesn't interest me

4. Same again

5. And again.

6. Post about boycotting Starbucks. Relevant.

7. Back to doctor who posts that don't interest me

8. Finally some doctor who stuff I liked enough to reblog

9. Funny textpost. I reblogged it.

10. Kissinger death post. I dont really know who he is but i know this is just generally popular right now?

So it seems tumblr has figured out I like doctor who but not really figured out what parts I like and so just shows me whatevers most popular

[fleursowl]

James & Sirius friendship drabble

this is for @gaeilgelupin because it’s her BIRTHDAY GO WISH HAN A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN!! han i love u millions u r the james to my sirius <3

never saw one without the other, did you? you’d have thought they were brothers

it was the fourth week into the summer holidays, and James had yet to hear from Sirius

now, if you asked James, he would say he was a pretty relaxed person. prone to fits of excitement, sure, but all in all? a calm, cool, collected guy. (not everyone agreed with this)

however, his calmness had a breaking point. and that breaking point was neither him, nor remus or pete, having heard even a whisper from sirius all summer- even their two-way mirrors had been silent since sirius had arrived at grimmauld place

neither remus nor peter had heard from him either, which was particularly bugging james as no matter how bad sirius’ summers had been previously, sirius always managed to write to remus at least once

after not being able to stand james’ constant fretting any longer, euphemia had invited remus to stay midway through the summer, hoping the mild-mannered boy would be a calming influence on him

this did not have the desired effect however, as james now had a person to bounce his fretting off, and after a week into remus’ stay euphemia was beginning to feel like pulling her hair out

however, this all rose to a climax one warm august evening, where euphemia and fleamont had stayed up late playing gobstones in the living room with james and remus in an attempt to distract them from their worries

james was in the middle of doing a victory lap around the room, crowing his victory, when two bodies stumbled out of the fireplace in a pile of soot and ash and- what was that smell?

all members of the potter house jumped back in surprise, wands drawn and at the ready, only to find it was regulus clutching what looked like sirius’ body to his chest, his eyes wide and imploring

“i can’t stay, i have to go back. you have to help him- don’t ever let him come back.” he urged, depositing sirius’ body onto the carpet, and with that, he turned back and stepped into the fireplace, shouting “grimmauld place!” before disappearing in roar of flames

the firelight gave effie a chance to momentarily glimpse sirius’ face and she let out a noise james had never heard from her before, falling to her knees beside sirius on the carpet and pulling his head to rest in her lap

“fleamont, please contact dumbledore immediately. james, go get my emergency aid kit.” she commanded, her voice shaking but firm as she waved her wand over sirius’ body, her eyes intent on his twitching body

james and remus stared at sirius, lifeless in effie’s arms, and a sob escaped remus’ throat, a hand clasping over his mouth as he collapsed next to effie, desperate hands frantically trying to find something to do to help

in the meantime, james had run to get the emergency kit and passed it to his mother with shaking hands, watching her heal scar after vicious scar on sirius’ body, tapping her wand against his chest and nearly sobbing in relief when breath rushed back to sirius’ body, causing him to wake up in a rush, immediately sitting up and letting out a cry of pain, his head landing again in effie’s lap

“where’s… regulus?” he croaked out, reaching out a hand as though he thought regulus would take it. instead james stepped over, grasping sirius’ hand in his like it was a lifeline

“he’s gone back, sirius. are you…” words choked james’ throat as he surveyed the broken body of his best friend, his brother, and he turned to remus in the hope that he would be able to say something, but remus was already clutching sirius’ hand, tears pouring down his cheeks and clearly beyond speaking

after a few more minutes of tense silence, the only noise being sirius’ occasional groan or whimper of pain, james finally forced the emotions back out of his throat and managed to articulate again. “is he going to- is he going to be alright?” he stammered to his mother, and she paused momentarily in her healing of sirius to run a soothing hand through his hair

“he’s going to be just fine, he’ll just need a while to recover. is the spare bedroom tidy?” effie reassured, and james closed his eyes and thanked whoever was listening that he’d been blessed with her as a mother. “it’s tidy, but i’d rather stay with him. can’t he stay in my room with me and remus?”

euphemia potter looked up from her healing of sirius into the wide, watery eyes of her son and his best friend, and knew there would be no arguing with them. sirius would be staying in james’ room.

sirius woke up sharply the next morning in james’ bed, gasping for breath and looking around wildly. after clearly not recognising where he was, he started thrashing and crying out again, waking up james who was curled up next to him

“hey… hey, sirius, it’s me, prongs, i’m here mate, you’re at my house” james did his best to soothe the terrified boy, nervous hands flying all over his body before deciding his shoulders were the best place to rest them

“i’m at your house?” sirius whispered, wide eyes looking like they couldn’t quite believe it when james nodded back at him. “at my house. you’re safe, sirius.” “safe.” sirius repeated back to him, his hands trembling and curling over james’ chuddley cannons duvet

“safe, padfoot.” james promised, lying back next to sirius and putting a tentative arm over his bandaged chest so that even in his sleep, sirius would know he was with people who loved him

over the next few days sirius gradually grew back into himself, the worst day being when dumbledore visited and sirius was forced with trembling hands to recount the events of his last night at grimmauld place to a room of euphemia, fleamont, dumbledore, james and remus. after dumbledore had asked a few follow up questions and promised he would sort things out sirius had collapsed into remus’ waiting arms, allowing the boy to lead him back to james’ bedroom where the three boys stayed for hours, just sitting quietly in each other’s company on james’ bed

a week later the worst of sirius’ wounds had healed and he accompanied fleamont on a trip to london, which he returned from laden with bags and grinning ear to ear.

“i can stay! forever!” he crowed as soon as he got back, throwing himself at james and nearly tackling him to the ground. james couldn’t believe his luck- not only was his best friend out of the worst place he’d ever heard of, but he was moving in with him!

the three marauders immediately ran to the potters’ spare room which had been given happily to sirius. however, the thing that shocked sirius the most was that he was allowed to decorate it however he wanted- hence the trip to london with fleamont

“merlin pads, how many bloody bowie posters do you need?” james grumbled from where he was stood on top of a chest of drawers, getting his fingers tangled in spellotape as he attempted to stick up his fifth david bowie poster as of yet, snorting at sirius who was busy not helping and instead had chosen to twirl around the room to the music blasting out of his brand new record player

“oh i don’t know, i think he has more of freddie mercury.” remus grinned, ignoring sirius’ indignant protests and tugging him in by the waist to press a kiss to his hair.

sirius’ offence was of course, a pretence, as when he stood in his room in the arms of his moony watching james wobble off the chest of drawers with a yelp, crashing onto his bed, a warm feeling spread from his chest to the rest of his body, a warm feeling that he felt whenever he looked at james. james, his best friend. james, his partner in crime. james, his fellow marauder.

james, his brother.

[potterheaded-hipster]

i really love that james and sirius were so fucking co dependent that when the teachers at hogwarts placed a blanket ban on them sharing a detention, the mad lads just fucking invented mirrors that are basically face time. but honestly the best part is that they used mirrors, so like the entirety of hogwarts must have thought of them as the most vain and self obsessed people ever. becuase to anyone who isn't paying super close attention, they're just sitting there staring at their reflection and mumbling to themselves. it's such a funny image to picture filtch assuming sirius is just a stuck up rich kid who needs to ensure his hair looks perfect at all times, even when scrubbing a toilet. like i just love that these two did this, its just so adorable that they felt the need to do this.

[sodamnbored]

James: I said I was sorry!

Sirius, dramatically: The time for words is over, the time for actions is now.

James: Then give me a task and I’ll do it. Give me a mountain and I’ll climb it. Give me a Katy Perry song and I’ll sing it.

[bandshirts-andbooks]

James: If I killed someone, would you hold it against me?

Sirius: No, though I would use it against you all the time. I'd be like: Are you gonna walk the dog or am I going to have to make a call?