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devouredflesh · 1 month
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i love pete and his white womanness. matcha lattes, being a bottle blonde in general, looking sadly into a camera when he takes selfies. it has got to be my favorite thing ever. he is so stupid. in another life his name is susan and he has 3 sons who he drives to soccer practice in his white minivan
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57sfinest · 11 months
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kim is such a funny little guy like he emphasizes how little the rcm salary is when you ask about it (5500 reál annually- 460/mo) but here he is with his nice electronic sports watch and his little instant camera and his fancy revolutionary cosplay for plainclothes and he's living in the GRIH which can't be cheap and he's got his fancy little mnemotechnique notebooks which are like the moleskine of elysium i guess and his fancy little ballpoints that he does NOT want to share with you which i bet is because they cost him like a week of salary. and this is the rcm he's not getting stipends for supplies or watches or housing or probably even the gas for the kineema. poor as fuck but he is going to buy himself his little treats god damn it. if he lived in our world you know he'd be out getting himself a $9 vanilla soy milk half caf dirty chai iced latte every morning on the way to the station and eating instant noodles every night to claw out room in the budget for it
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rhiannonwrites · 1 year
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Now that I’ve left Florida of course I got a content writing job at a Florida based boating company 😂 Spent the day researching Marco Island. Definitely miss the 90 degree sunshine but haven’t felt homesick for FL yet.
Keep up with me on tiktok if you want ✌🏾
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prince-liest · 26 days
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Sorry, joining the trans!Vox feelings trenches. Because it's just been making me think about how Vox is almost performative even through his sincerity. It's the acting of genuine feelings, everything is bombast and larger than life with him. And that spirals into his gender. Because Vox is intensely masculine in a way that can almost be.... camp is the wrong word but there's an element of gender performance there. Like, the man wears pinstripe trousers even in a casual setting. It is an intensely upper-middle class masculinity and it's just really interesting in the context of Vox being trans because it feels so right for him but to an extent, it's something he had to develop for himself. I don't know, this isn't very coherent.
ok but the idea of vox just being extremely Performative Fifties about gender in life was exactly where my mind went when the mention first came up that he didn't realize he could Do That until he got to hell. Exceptionally Perky Republican Kitten Newscaster Vox. if you're going to do something you are going to do it well and also do it all the way and more than anyone else does. that is the vox motto. -🍓
Combined two asks into one, here, because: Yes!! This is exactly how I see it. Vox in life is the performative fifties feminine version of the current Vox we see in death, and there is a lot to be said for the way that both of those personas are a show he puts on. His public-facing persona is different from his managing-Valentino persona is different from his "Holy shit, the Hazbin Hotel is about to get wrecked!" feet-kicking excitement, and all three of those are him, but none of them except maybe the brakes-disabled excitement about Alastor getting his ass kicked involve him taking a break from masking. He's A Lot by default but he also is A Lot on purpose.
There are trans characters that I would write as trying their utmost to not pay attention to existing in their body pre-transition, and there are trans characters that I would write Performing The Assigned Gender like they're fucking gunning for an award, and Vox falls into the latter category. I don't think he was perfect at it - he's not perfect at being Vox the CEO, either - and I imagine that why he wasn't perfect at it niggled at him rather intensely in ways that probably bothered him way more than the moments such as when he drops the affable business partner persona to shake Val by the lapels... because it wasn't just him losing his temper or getting obsessive, it was him feeling fucking wrong in a way that made him sick, and not understanding why.
Which is to say, figuring out his transition shit after death absolutely made him like 5x more insufferable because that's about when he starting using the confident masking and meaning it. He went from "this is the person I'm supposed to want to be" to "this is the person I actually want to be (note: still an asshole)."
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lattewritesthings · 16 days
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Faceblind Legend, the fluffy one! I've honestly been sitting on this one for a while while I work on other parts of the series, but I finally decided to post it.
Fandom: Linked Universe
Characters: Legend, Wind, Four
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Legend decided enough was enough. It had been pissing rain for hours, now, and even Wind had succumbed to the dour, grey mood. Legend needed to find a way to jumpstart everyone else’s mood as efficiently as possible. And that meant dragging Wind out of the dumps.
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livingincolorsagain · 7 months
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inspired by this lovely art by @fiprobably
“Hey, Buck,” Sam called, pushing the door closed with his hips and toeing off his shoes. “I’m back.”
It was Sam’s turn to pick up Cass and AJ from school, and he dropped them off at their house and went to pick up the groceries before heading back home.
“They were all out of the creamer you like,” he said, placing the bags down on the countertop and starting to empty them out. “I got the pumpkin spice latte one instead.”
“Buck?” He called again after a minute had passed with no answer, pausing halfway through shelving the cans.
Bucky came into the kitchen then, all dressed up in a smart black suit and a pressed white shirt, his dress shoes squeaky clean.
Sam felt his eyebrows shoot up as he blinked a few times. His eyes went from Bucky to the magnetic calendar on the fridge and back to Bucky.
The date wasn’t marked up, but still, Sam asked, “Did I miss something?”
Bucky smiled softly, shaking his head as he walked over to the remaining groceries and started putting them away.
Sam looked down at himself—a well worn sweater that was actually Bucky’s and jeans and black and red socks—then said, “Do I need to change?”
“No, sweetheart,” Bucky said, collecting the bags and shoving them with the other plastic bags under the sink. “You look perfect.”
“Okay,” Sam said, feeling bewildered.
“Did you get—“
“The peaches? Yeah. Cherries, too. Make as many pies as you please.”
Bucky smiled brightly, taking a few steps closer to where Sam was next to the pantry. He held his hands out, and Sam grabbed them without hesitation, intertwining their fingers together.
“I have something to ask you,” Bucky said, and his voice betrayed him a little at the end.
Sam felt his heart skip in his chest, feeling warm all over. “Anything, baby.”
Bucky’s face melted into something much more tender, and he placed a kiss on the back of each of Sam’s hands before dropping them.
Then he dropped to one knee.
Sam’s heart fluttered in his chest like a bird learning how to fly, eyes immediately blurring with tears.
“Bucky,” he croaked.
“Sweetheart,” Bucky answered softly. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, getting on my knees and asking you to spend the rest of your life with me, because there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of mine with you. To wake up every morning to you, to kiss your smile as you drink your coffee and watch you as you make breakfast. To watch you fly like you were made for it, like you were born to have wings. To spend every day we have together reminding you that I’ll love you purposely and unconditionally for as long as you’d let me.”
“Bucky,” Sam breathed, unconsciously covering his mouth with his hand.
“Samuel,” Bucky whispered thickly, pulling a small, velvet box out of his pocket and opening it. “Marry me?”
“Yes.”
Bucky beamed. “Oh yeah?”
Sam grabbed his arms and pulled him up, slamming their lips together until they ran out of air, then he pulled back to pepper Bucky’s face with kisses, ending every kiss with a whispered yes.
Bucky chuckled as he snapped the box closed and wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him as close as they could get.
Sam pulled back, looking at all the happy lines on Bucky’s face. “I love you,” he said, his voice cracking.
Bucky raised his hands to wipe his tears away with his thumbs. “I love you too, darlin’,” he said, “I love you and your pumpkin spice latte obsession.”
Sam scoffed, fighting back a smile. “I don’t have one!”
“Please,” Bucky said, leaning in to catch Sam’s lips in a kiss. There was a lull in the conversation as the kiss grew passionate, then Bucky pulled back, face flushed and smile so wide his eyes crinkled with it. “I can taste it on your lips.”
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pink-concorde · 1 year
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☾𖤓 Happy Zutara Month! 𖤓☽
Day Seven: Touch Starved
“Of course he just had to sleep shirtless.”
So I originally had nothing planned for this day of Zutara Month, but then I read @jasmine-tea-latte’s chapter for the day and I had to draw something.
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onethousxndvoices · 5 months
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whoaaaaaa omg they added a new hi fi rush character haha when did that get there (real) (not clickbait)
uhhh hi i finished hfr the other day and absolutely freakin loved it. chai stole my heart the minute he was introduced i couldn't NOT do some oc x canon shenanigans :] this is mocha she works for vandelay HR and pretends she doesnt hate it but shes probably exploding the nearest person with her mind always. i dont have much else for her (for now) but she comes in post-canon when chai's already working as the project armstrong ambassador
(close ups under the cut!)
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cluelesspigeons · 5 months
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This is written for the prompt “colourful” from @drarrymicrofic
Word count: 111
Drarry microfic: colourful mess
When it was Draco’s turn to order his drink, Harry’s smile grew a little wider. “Hello again, Draco,” he said happily. “How are you today?”
Draco playfully waved Harry’s words away, and Harry swore he could see the hints of a blush covering his cheeks. Just then, his eyes fell on Draco’s nails. They were a beautifully colourful mess of rainbow colours. “I like your nails.”
Draco followed his gaze, the blush on his cheeks darkening. “Thanks…”
When Draco walked away with his usual matcha latte in hand, Harry couldn’t help the fond smile that lifted the corners of his mouth. Next time, he would give Draco his number for sure.
Prompt from June 27th
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gemgirl28 · 6 months
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@jasmine-tea-latte sent me a trick or treat so how bout a little Halloween drabble? 👻🎃
Zuko sighed, pulling another tray of “mummy” pastries from the oven. He thought Iroh had gone overboard with the Halloween theming this year, but his uncle refused to cut back on the decor or themed food. For whatever reason, Iroh would simply smile at Zuko and say some nonsense about celebrating the seasons in their time. The store was draped in fake cobwebs with glitter spiders, pumpkins replaced votive candles, and someone had found jelly stickers that spelled “Trick or Treat” in the window.
It was, in Zuko’s opinion, all too kindergarten class party for his taste, but he’d given up arguing.
Instead he set the mummies aside to cool and grabbed a tray of pumpkin scones to refill the display case. He figured they had another hour or so to enjoy a bit of quiet before the trick or treaters (with their over tired parents) started coming by.
Zuko had just placed the last scone when the doorbell rang. His usual customer greeting died on his lips when he realized who was standing at the counter.
“Hi Zuko,” Katara said, smiling.
“Katara!” He came around the counter and pulled her into a hug. “I didn’t think you’d be back for another week!”
She squeezed him tight, and he let himself bask in the hug.
“I changed my flight at the last minute. I was ready to be back. Besides,” she said, pulling back but not out of his hold, “Halloween is my favorite, and I wanted to be in the city for it.”
Suddenly, Iroh’s insistence on the over the top decor made sense.
“Of course it is,” Zuko said with an exaggerated eye roll. “What are you going to be this year?”
“I hadn’t decided yet,” she said, suddenly blushing. “You see, there’s this guy I like, and I’ve been seeing him for a little while, but I’m not sure if it’s long enough to ask him to dress up with me.”
He kissed her, fighting a grin in favor of savoring her being back.
“For you? Of course I will,” he finally said.
“How do you know I was talking about you? Maybe I was going to ask my other boyfriend.”
“Ha ha,” he said, and kissed her again.
Maybe Halloween wasn’t so bad after all.
Trick or Treat!
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doppostims · 8 months
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Professor Neroli
For @vanillacometdreamer
With pajamas and soft/fluffy stims
x / x / x | x / o / x | x / x / x
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redwhiteandroyalr · 2 months
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Want You a Latte
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Want You a Latte by hufflebibin_rwrb T | 1.2k No Warnings Apply | Coffee Shop AU | Crack | Barista Henry
Henry has been practicing his latte art hearts for two weeks. He thinks they’re coming along pretty well.
“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”
Ok, maybe not.
Or, Henry accidentally seduces Alex through phallic latte art.
(excerpt and full cover under the cut!)
Henry is decent at a great many things. He doesn’t think it’s being prideful to say so, just a fact. He’s got a lot of passable skills, several of them quite good, even. 
Latte art is not one of them. 
He’s been working at Z & S Café for eight months now and it took until three weeks ago for his flat whites to consistently come out with perfect circles on top. Hearts have been his new project for the past two weeks. They still come out at least a little wonky every time, but they’re miles better than they were when he started. Those — well, the less said about those the better. 
A sharp burst of laughter and the scrape of a chair being pushed roughly off the carpet and onto the tile shakes Henry from his distracted thoughts. He really needs to get more sleep. Sure, it’s midterms, but that doesn’t mean he should settle for an hour or two a night. At least four hours tonight , he pleads to the universe. Then he realizes who has walked up to the counter and knows the universe is spiting him. You could’ve just said no, he thinks. 
“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”
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[image description: a fic cover. The background is a coffee stained piece of paper. The top reads “Want You a Latte.” The middle features a drawing of a latte with heart latte art. The bottom reads “hufflebibin”. End image description]
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charliejaneanders · 4 months
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What happens when an elite warrior becomes the boon companion to a group of peaceful oddballs and begins to develop skills that have nothing to do with combat? Along the way to finding an answer, the hardened warriors in these stories find purpose, connection, and even love.
My latest SFF book review column for the Washington Post looks at System Collapse by Martha Wells, Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree, and A River of Golden Bones by AK Mulford (paywall-free link)
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rhiannonwrites · 1 year
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12.5.22 Oat milk coffee, blue annotating, thinking about some writing goals for 2023.
Feel free to keep up with me on tiktok 🫶🏾
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pokegeek151 · 2 months
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Febuwhump 2024, day 3 - "Bite down on this"
Fandom: Linked Universe
Characters: Time, Legend, Warriors
Summary: “I can usually get by just plucking them as they sprout, but they aren’t growing well this time. I think there might be some, uh, root rot. I’m pretty sure the roots will need to be…extracted.”
His blood rushed past his ears, and he could barely hear himself think. “Extracted.”
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lattewritesthings · 2 months
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Febuwhump 2024, day 10 - killing in self defense
Fandom: Linked Universe
Characters: Four, Legend
Summary:
There was Hylian blood on the Four Sword.
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