#whats his coffee order

[beatrixdabaffoon]

J A N E T ! ! !

The puppet is angryyyyyy, Goddamn it Janet

(I wanted to draw the actor au skrunkly since he is one of my favs- Inspired by this glorious picture:)

Thank you @frillsand for this amazing piece of art 🙏

[amygdalae]

theres this one customer that comes in pretty infrequently but is recognizable enough that we all just refer to him as “the Elvis Guy”. he always comes in looking for books about Elvis. and every time he’s around he expresses incredulity that we don’t have many books about Elvis in stock. “He’s still the King, you know”, he said recently. Fallout character behavior

[active-mind-15]

The b-ball babies 🥺

And @cemetery14 if I'm not mistaken Akashi is deffo wearing blue jeans in the back 🤭

[lurafita]

CEO!Magnus and personal chef/bodyguard!Alec

(There is every chance that I have posted this before, I just can't remember. I tried to search through my archive, but.... there is a lot of posts there, did you know? 🤣😂 Anyway, in case I'm making you read this twice, sorry. 😅)

Magnus being like this really big shot CEO who has meetings 24/7 and charity events and social appearances and all that other busy stuff going on. So he gets a personal chef to keep an eye on his nutrition. And Alec is ruthless when it comes to making sure Magnus eats healthy. Magnus: "You know I love your cooking, Darling, but how about a good old fashioned fast food break?" Alec: "All that grease is bad for you. Eat your carrots. You look pale. How much sleep did you get last night?" Magnus, innocently: "Enough?" Alec: "Unlikely. No more caffeine for you today."

Magnus trying to sneak all kinds of unheathy Snacks, and Alec foiling him at every turn. Magnus had an energy drink hidden away in his desk, but as he opens the drawer, there is a bottle of water with a note attatched with "stay hydrated".

Alec even convinced the close by Cafe to not serve Magnus anything with Caffeine, after Magnus' last doctors appointment showed high blood pressure.

Maybe Alec is some kind of ex-agent or ex-military, who got into cooking for an undercover op, but really enjoyed it and wanted to pursue it further when he quite the force.

When one of Alec’s old colluegues comes visiting him, Alec is crouching behind the entertainment system to find Magnus' latest snack hidey-hole. Alec: "He gets more creative every time. Some of the drug dealers we busted could have learned from him."

Bet you Magnus is the type of CEO who has a loyal Twitter following and he tweets about everything Alec cooks for him (and the things he doesn't let him eat.) The Internet already ships them.

Possible tweet: The_Magnificent_Bane: Thank you for the suggestion @randomfollower, but unfortunately Alexander didn’t go for the argument that carrot cake counts as a vegetable.

Why am I know picturing a fight in the kitchen where Alec uses kitchen utensils and food to knock out people who have come to kidnap Magnus

Imagine someone broke into Magnus' place, and the police are called and as they arrive Magnus is like: "Thank you for coming. My chef has already apprehended and restrained the perpetrators, and is waiting for you to take them off his hands in the living room." Police: "... Your cook apprehended them?" Magnus: "Yes. Sadly, the confrontation did not result in the death of that cursed celery he bought earlier."

Magnus: "Tomatoes can't be trusted, my darling. Are they a fruit? Are they a vegetable? No one knows." Alec: "They are fruits." Magnus: "That's what they want you to believe."

[xerx-8]

day off tachi <3

[apnourry]

only listening to ghost songs will cure me

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Guess who just found a new show where David Tennant plays a sad sickly wet cat of a man?? My favorite genre

[imthursdaysyme]

arwen ft arthur giving his wife anything she wants

[hsslilly-blog]

shirt with a heart and child of divorce written on top but then there’s a picture of huntclaire. you wouldnt get it. i do

[nell0-0]

Emmet thinking: "Something is srsly wrong with Ingo. Do these peopel have something to do with it? Do they know whats wrong with him? Did they have something to do with it?"

Irida thinking: "God this guy is pushy. Is this what Ingo left behind? I'm not going to stop him from leaving obviously, but if THIS is how he can be expected to be addressed back home..."

Ingo thinking: "Man, I have so much shit to do. Maybe I could get Emmet and Irida's help doing it. They seem to get along."

What did the poor guy ever do to you

Ngl, this sounds like fanfic material. A one-shot at the very least. Too ansgty for me though, I prefer the funny and chaotic.

For context: 1 | 2

[atomicsheepscientist]

Random thought as I'm hyped up on coffee:

Read a post recently that made a case for Batman to actually be a sweet "a little bit of coffee with my cream and sugar" type of guy, and Superman to be a black coffee drinker because super metabolism processes the coffee so fast normal stuff doesn't affect him much.

I love this idea. The two switch coffee orders to maintain their respective images. It is glorious.

I raise you: this totally fits the Battison version of Batman. Fandom paints him as an absolute cinnamon roll, so I raise you his coffee order is the cinnamon roll coffee (Brown sugar cinnamon white chocolate breve latte) (I just had one of those, it was divine and so sweet).

His public persona always gets this order with a few specifications (maybe extra sugar and a specific milk type because yes).

So, obviously, Batman cannot be caught dead drinking that. He either never orders in costume, or is forced to get it black, only able to add those pathetic sugar and cream packets when no one is looking.

That is, until he becomes friends with one Superman. Superman has the same but opposite problem as him. So, whenever they are able to get coffee together in uniform, they get each other's orders and discretely switch. Of course, this means they have to get the coffee in containers that look the same and are not see-through.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

10A with witch eclipse! 8C with ghost lunar!! 3G with narnia moon! 7B with dentist eclipse! (you dont have to do all of these, you may pick and choose :3)

here's your guys in order! thanks for the request, I had fun with this!

[comfymoth]

sometimes the only way to deal with your job is to imagine your little blorbos doing it. and then just get way too invested in that

[123pixieaod]

pilot!Max x backpacker!Daniel 👨‍✈️✈️💼

Part 6!

Part 1: Part 5

Ru in NL on yhe 14th???

I can be there for that weekend

If you'd like me to be :)

Max teases his teeth along the edges of his thumb nail, feeling the delicate skin catching and tearing.

Is there a tattoo conference on then?

He types, and then immediately backspaces.

I would of course like to see you again

He stares at the pixilated lettering, finger hovering between the send and backspace.

"You're not getting anything?"

He quickly locks the phone, looking up to see Lando wandering over, arms ladened with jellies of various toxicities.

"No," Max says, pocketing the phone. "Because I'm actually not a toddler and therefore don't need to structure my day with sugar breaks.

Lando rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Don't come crying to me when you suddenly get a hankering for jelly tots 35,000 feet above the nearest WHSmiths."

"Noted," Max replies dryly. "Now, can we go and find Sebastian before he sends a search team out?"

"Relax," Lando rolls his eyes again, not unlike a child whose just discovered the gesture and now can't get enough of it. "That's just Sebastian being Sebastian. We still have two hours before lift off. Oodles of time."

"I don't think that's technically-"

Max breaks off with a long enduring sigh, watching as Lando completely ignores him and dives back into the crowded stationary store.

After a beat, he follows him, trying not to notice the looks he's getting from the rest of the customers. Their eyes scan his crisp dark uniform, the brazen red striped pins adorned to his lapel.

F1 Wings.

The best there is.

"You know, the papers with free crayons and colouring pictures are in the next aisle," he says, watching Lando pick up some racing magazine, fingers flicking through the glossy pages.

"Ha ha," Lando replies, eyes bright as he rotates the paper, taking in the full spread of the newest model of a car.

Max returns to his phone, opening up Daniel's still unanswered message.

I'm not sure, he answers honestly, I'll have to check my rota

What are you doing in NL?

Hopefully seeing you ;), Daniel replies instantly.

But also there's a tattoo conference I've been invited to

I wasn't going to go to it

But I could

If you would be their

And you'd want me to be their too

It's there not their, Max types out to give himself time to think

Ahh... You're wanting I to be there ;)

Max scoffs in disbelief

You set that all up for not even a grammatically correct punchline?

What can I say, Im a man of many talents

"Holy shit," Lando exhales. Max's head whips up before he relaxes, seeing Lando is just in front of the best seller shelf.

"They're these things called books," he tells him. "Mysterious, I know, but those weird little symbols are called letters and convey meaning. "

Lando gives him a look. "I know that. I just meant I can't believe they're selling this one."

"This what -?" The question dies on Max's lips when he sees the novel Lando is holding.

His father's face stares back, expression grin. JOS VERSTAPPEN - IN HIS OWN WORDS, letters embossed on the cover.

"Put that back, " Max hisses, grabbing the hardback and roughly slamming it back on the shelf.

"Hey! I was thinking of getting it! Everyone seems to have read it, a pilot probably -"

"Oh yeah? And how would that look for everyone else here? A F1 Wings cadet buying Jos Verstappen's autobiography?!" Max demands, voice a furious hiss. He feels strangely detached from his body, as if this is a dream and it's not really him whose fists are clenched and whose glaring at Lando.

Lando pales, and then nods. "Shit yeah, you're right, I didn't even consider -"

"No. You didn't. Because you're a fucking idiot," Max continues to hiss. Lando's brows pinch together.

"Thats not fair, its -"

"You're such a fucking idiot," Max repeats, low hiss. He turns and walks away, blood still rusbing in his ears. Like staring at the sun, the afterimage of his fathers face is burnt into his retinas. Arms crossed, lips thin. The same face which told Max to try harder, to repeat the exams, to study until he cant keep his eyes open.

You're going to redeem the family name, aont you? You're going to show the world what the true meaning of being a Verstappen.

"What the fuck?" Lando calls, hurrying after him. Max pictures it, the way his expression shifts, the remorse calcifying into hardness.

A hand catches his elbow, forcing Max to stop.

"What's crawled up your arse?" Lando demands, cheeks flushed with anger.

"Maybe I'm just tired of fucking babysitting you," Max spits out.

"Maybe you need to learn some fucking manners," Lando replies in like.

Max jerks his arm free from Lando's grasp. He's fucking tired. It feels as if a knife's edge had racked along his skin, cutting away the niceties he's fought to accumulate. He's so fucking tired.

"You can be a real -"

"Afternoon."

Lando shuts up as Sebastian seemingly materialises behind them. He gives Max a genial smile despite how sharp his gaze is, darting between the two men.

"Hi," Lando mutters, angling his body away from Max.

"Afternoon," Max forces himself to reply, aware of how tensed and strained he sounds. They're standing a little away from the shop, but he's still aware of the eyes following them, the gazes taking the trio in.

"Anything the matter?" Sebastian continues in his pleasant tone. Fuck him and his fucking Yoda-like countenance.

"No," Max spits out at the same time Lando shakes his head, still looking resolutely away from him.

"Good," Sebastian says. "Will we get going then? Max, Lando?"

"Sounds good," Lando mutters as Max grunts in accord.

As they walk through the airport towards their terminal, Max walks behind the other two. Lando is ladened with sweets and is happily answering Sebastian's questions on developments in his favourite TV show, tension and anger already forgotten about. Max takes out his phone, still open on the text conversation with Daniel.

He wants to warn him. Explain he's not the sort of person Daniel wants in his life, that there's a reason he has no friends, only acquaintances.

If he was selfless, he would do it. But if he was selfless, then there wouldn't be a problem.

Yes, I'd love to see you

[willow-incorrect-quotes]

Jade, Kit, and Elora: *waiting at Starbucks*

Employee: Alright I’ve got three venti strawberry creme frappuchinos with extra strawberry syrup and whipped cream on top. *holds out the drinks for the ladies*

Kit: Oh no, that’s not-

Boorman: *struts in with sunglasses on* Those would be for me, thank you so much.

Boorman: *struts back out*

Elora: Is he really going to drink all three of those?

Jade: And throw it back up, yeah probably.

[absurdumsid]

thought of the day: saejun is the ccino of bad sanses