fate or coincidence? indoors or outdoors? christmas or halloween? vanilla or chocolate? cinema or television? your past or your present? socks or barefoot? beach or pool? cats or dogs? jeans or yoga pants? rain or sunshine? starbucks or homemade coffee? morning or night?
I’ve noticed a drink from @Starbucks getting popular with the “cool kids”. It consists of something like Passion Tea + Coconut Milk + vanilla syrup + tons of excess sugar. It ain’t exactly cheap either.
I quickly said, “Pssssshhhhhh!” and went about creating my own version at home.
I already love Tazo Passion Tea so I got some brewing cold in the fridge.
Fill up a glass ¾ full of ice
Add chilled Passion tea to ¾ of cup
Add a splash of HEAVY Cream
Add a teaspoon of vanilla extract
Add a few squirts of Stevia concentrate
This tastes DELICIOUS, and has a tropical feel. I made it in my reusable Starbucks cup and went about maniacally laughing as I gained instant hipster cred without the carbs!
Say goodbye to Starbucks! With this recipe, you’ll never have to pay for an overpriced Frappuccino from anywhere ever again.
W H A T Y O U N E E D:
1 1/3 cups ice
½ cup double strength coffee (chilled)
½ cup of your favorite flavored coffee creamer
4 teaspoons sugar
Chocolate or Caramel Syrup
W H A T Y O U D O:
FOR THE DOUBLE STRENGTH COFFEE
With your favorite blend of coffee (I recommend using a flavored coffee that matches your flavored coffee creamer to give your Frappuccino even more flavor), use 4 tablespoons per cup (not a cup as in a measuring cup, but as in a mug or a serving, what’s marked on your coffee pot) instead of the 2 tablespoons your coffee maker typically recommends.
Put your coffee in the fridge and wait until it is completely chilled. If you don’t feel like waiting as long, put it in the freezer instead.
This recipe calls for ½ cup of double strength, chilled coffee, meaning you will have coffee left over. You can use the excess in your Frappuccino, if you prefer it a little stronger, or you can simply add creamer or half n’ half and have yourself a small cup of iced coffee.
FOR THE FRAPPUCCINO
Add ice, chilled coffee, flavored coffee creamer, and a little bit of whipped cream to your blender. I recommend using crushed ice because it helps the drink to be smoother.
Blend ingredients together, until all ice is crushed, but not completely smooth. Think of the consistency of a Frappuccino from Starbucks, and aim for that. Some blenders even come with special settings for just that kind of consistency.
Pour mixture into your favorite cup, top with whipped cream and a drizzle of syrup, and enjoy!
If you prefer a less sweet Frappuccino, simply add less flavored creamer and/or sugar. Or add more coffee. If you want a weaker Frappuccino that still has the same amount of sweetness, just add some plain half n’ half or milk alongside your other ingredients. If you prefer a vegan option, use almond milk (or whatever milk substitute you like) instead of creamer and opt out of the whipped cream on top. So, whatever you prefer, you can make this drink exactly that way.
main 5 of the rfa + their reaction to trying starbucks for the first time!!
im assuming this is excluding v, but here we go! these are all based under the assumption that you guys are visiting America!
yoosung - some of his friends from his LOLOL guild that are from america talked about starbucks so he had always been tempted to try it - you guys had been shopping around new york city since early that morning so you decided to take him to get some coffee - this child is so excited - he presses his face to the glass to admire all of the paninis, pretzels, and cheesecakes - “what should i get? there are so many options!” - he finally decides on the ham and cheese foldover, and you order a pizza stuffed pretzel - he shoves that cheesy pastry in his mouth, despite the fact that you’re laughing at him - “please yoosung you’re going to choke” - “all i’ve eaten for six months while at school is noodle cups let me have this moment” - after he finishes his he’s looking to eat yours too! - he’s so excited to tell his guild members about his first time at starbucks
jaehee - jaehee is the queen of coffee back home so when you two go to america, you know you’ll be going there five times a day - just kidding - not really - you too go in and she’s already picked out what she wanted - except she ends up ordering three different coffees in small sizes so she can “taste test” - she likes the cookie crumble frappuccino the best - i’m so happy mr. han gave me this holiday - has already added ingredients to make homemade starbucks coffee to her christmas list - “zen got me a coffee maker why not coffee to go with it” - she’s texting you that “this is all i’ll be talking about for weeks” meme even though she’s right next to you - “i could freeze these and bring them on the plane!” “jaehee they’ll melt” “oh right”
jumin - he’s pretty cultured when it comes to coffee so he knows what types of beans are better than others - he thinks starbucks isn’t very classy but agrees to go because you look adorable when talking about your favorite drink from there - on the line he talks about how “starbucks has nothing in the coffee you guys have at the apartment” - “who can beat arabica coffee beans? no one, that’s who” - you order passion iced tea lemonade and he orders a strawberry-banana smoothie - he’s nervous to try it because what if he wasted your money on something he won’t like - he’s so adorably cute when he’s nervous, you decide to film it - first he sucks it down too fast so he gets a brain freeze - jumin chill you can’t drink them that fast - “this-this is….” - he loves it so much that he slurps it down even faster, even though he’s getting head cramps as he does so - “jumin, how was that commoner coffee?” - he gives you a look but grabs your debit card to go by himself another one - i suppose the strawberry-banana smoothie from starbucks is the only thing that can beat arabica coffee beans”
zen - zen hasn’t ever tried starbucks but is willing to do so to be able to embrace american culture better - you guys get an early start for breakfast, and it happens to be the only place open - you order blueberry oatmeal and water and he orders a spinach, feta, and cage free egg white breakfast wrap and a mango-carrot smoothie - of course, even at starbucks he has to eat healthy - “hey, i have to maintain my perfect physique for you and for my shows!” - he takes one bite and falls in love - he lets you try a bite and even though you don’t like it, you’re happy that he’s so excited to eat it - “let’s eat here every day for the rest of our lives” “zen we’ll gain too much weight” “you’ll still look beautiful but it’s okay, i’ll die happy and in a food coma then.” - seriously not joking he would probably eat so much he would feel sick when you guys left - “it was worth it”
luciel - can’t stop making coffee puns - this stupid idiot would be searching the internet for those “secret recipes” before you even went inside - “i’ll have a strawberry lemonade with vanilla bean powder and raspberry syrup” - he decides to be a gentleman and order your mocha cookie crumble for you after the torture you endured from him during the car ride - “ah, the sweet taste of the starburst lemonade” - “can i taste yours?” “no, luciel.” “i’ll give you some of mine!” “okay fine.” - he sticks his straw in your cup and, thinking he’s funny (which he is but don’t tell him that), flicks a blob of whipped cream on your nose - you want to kill him but you can’t - all you can do his flick some whipped cream back at him - “i just came out to have a good time and honestly i’m feeling so attacked right now” - urges you to come closer, and then seductively licks the whipped cream off your nose and lips - luciel we are in starbucks this is not the time - “that whipped cream was good but you taste even better” ;))))
Okay this is my first preference thingy that ive ever made ever on tumblr ever. so go easy, okay?
oh btw little sidenote: Whoevers reading this right now, yes you, yes you beautiful person, i really like your shirt it suits your beautiful eyes, I hope you know that you’re the most majestic person in the world. And I know things are hard right now and it seems really unfair and it just kinda sucks but its gonna be okay, okay? You’re beautiful, and amazing, and perfect, and screw your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you and screw your best friend who talked shit behind your back. Screw them. Because in ten years they won’t matter. You’ll be in fucking Paris with Luke Hemmings or Calum Hood or Michael Clifford or Ashton Irwin (hey, maybe all four bow chicka wow wow) frickle-frackling and they won’t even cross your mind. Okay? You’re beautiful x.
Remember when I said it’d be a little side note? I lied.
Luke - You were in the bathroom, the shower running behind you. It was an almost daily routine - start the shower, and before actually getting in it, stare at yourself, naked in the mirror. You had scars, all up and down your legs. Some were old and white, some were purple, and some were a little pink. But to you, they were all hideous. They were reflections of times when you were weak and couldn’t cope, so you resulted to cutting. It was wrong and horrendous in every way possible, but oddly enough it kept you calm. It was a habit from a long time ago, when you were younger and you couldn’t handle your parents’ divorce. You always hated that cutting was what you resulted to, but you couldn’t shake the habit. Every time you promised you’d stop, you went right back to it.
Years had gone by since, and you’d met a boy, Luke. He was everything you’d ever hoped for, a dream guy that you really didn’t deserve, from the quiff in his blond hair to his amazing pair of legs to his hot, mellow singing voice. But just because you had him, it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t mean that you were okay now. You were still that same, broken, girl, crying and screaming at 4 in the morning as blood rushed down your legs. She would always be a part of you. As much as you hated it, she was you.
You traced the form of the ‘X’s you’d made with the blade on your thighs. If Luke ever asks me to go swimming, I’m screwed. You thought to yourself. You sighed, looking at yourself one last time before hopping in the shower.
“Oh, Lord, Heaven Knows, we belong way down below. GO.” You sang as you washed yourself off.
You screamed as the voice of someone in the room with you made you jump. You almost slipped, but you caught yourself by reaching your arms out like a maniac.
"Luke?! What the fuck you scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry, babe,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “Do you mind if I join you?"
Your heart started to race and your eyes almost popped out of your head. You and Luke had been dating for about three months now, and he’d never seen you naked, for good reason. Your scars. You knew he didn’t want to see them and frankly you didn’t either. You knew he’d want to take things further at some point you just hoped it was after somebody made a cure to make scars completely disappear.
"Uh, um,” You stuttered but before you could actually say yes or no, he was already in the shower with you. He pulled you against his chest, and that’s when it happened.
“Holy fuck.” He said. “(Y/N).” He rubbed his hands all down the scars on your thighs. “What the - why didn’t you tell me?” You looked down in shame, lightly pushing his hands away.
“It’s not exactly a conversation-starter.” You replied, quietly.
“God dammit (Y/N) I could’ve fucking helped you. I could’ve fucking been there for you. Is this me? Is this because of me? Did I say something, did I do something? Was it the fans, or the boys…"
"It’s not you, Luke. God no. It’ll never be you. You’re wonderful and you’ve helped me in so many ways, you have no idea.” You turned around to face him. His eyebrows were scrunched together, in confusion and worry and not understanding.
You sighed. “The only way you can really understand it is if you have cut yourself. It’s not like it’s a way of attention or anything. It’s just…a stress reliever. Like the way you use anesthesia to relieve the pain, people cut to relieve their own pain.”
He stayed silent, waiting for you to finish your little speech.
"Luke, I-” You stopped. “It’s hard to explain. It’s just, I don’t know.” You struggled to find the words.
“Are you fucking kidding me, (Y/N)?” He was just plain angry now. “You talk about this like it’s the most casual thing in the world! You’re making yourself bleed! God! Don’t you see how much this fucking hurts? I feel like I’ve wronged you, in so many ways. If I had just been here, you wouldn’t have had to amount to this. If I had just been there we could’ve talked all night and watched whatever stupid movies you wanted and I could’ve been there for you if you’d just told me. You don’t have to make this sound like it’s some sort of pain reliever. I could’ve been your pain reliever, if you’d just told me!”
“I’m sorry.” You managed.
“Sorry?!” He yelled. “Oh, fucking great! You’re sorry! That makes up for everything. We call go home now, because you’re sorry.” He shook his head. “This,” He motioned to your legs. “This is wrong. This is in every way, or shape possible, wrong. You can’t do this. You can’t do this because I love you and it hurts me so much to see you in so much pain. And no matter what you say, it’ll always be my fault.” He dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry, babe.”
Michael - You and Michael had been dating for six months, exactly. Today was your anniversary, and your boyfriend Michael was very aware of it. He’d gotten up early to make you breakfast, except it didn’t really go as planned and you ended up waking up to the smoke alarm going off. So instead of a homemade breakfast, you got Starbucks, which in your opinion was just as great.
"I have a surprise for you later tonight.” He winked. “You’ll love it, I promise. This is gonna be the best day you’ve ever had."
Unfortunately for you two your boss had made you go to work that day. Evidently he didn’t care about the first milestone in your relationship with Michael, and you had to go into the office. The day wasn’t too long, but it was exhausting, and you couldn’t wait to see what Mike had in store for you. You’d never dated a guy who actually remembered anniversaries.
You’d barely even dated guys for six months, because sooner or later your boyfriends found out about your scars. The scars that were on your wrists and your thighs. Granted, they were faded now, but back then, they weren’t. And it scared them all off. Ever since then you’d kept your sleeves long and never told a soul about your past. Not even Michael, who you knew was so different from your exes. You were scared of his reaction, scared that it would be like all your exes: pure and utter horror.
You came home to a dark apartment. You flicked on the lights, but your boyfriend wasn’t to be found.
"Michael?” You called out. “I’m home." Maybe he went to the studio, you thought. “Michael?”
You made your way to your bedroom, and, there he was. He was lighting candles by your bed. Rose petals blanketed the covers and the smell of lavender and rosemary hung in the air.
"Michael…” You breathed. “This is amazing. You didn’t have to do this.” He turned around, and set the lighter down to greet you with a kiss and a lovely embrace.
“I wanted to.” He kissed your head. “Do you like it?"
"I love it."
The one thing that hadn’t clicked before, clicked now. He wanted to have sex with you. Well, “make love” to put it in a nicer way. That’s what he was doing - setting the mood. Which meant that tonight was the night he’d see your scars. Tonight was the night you guys would break up.
"Um, Michael,” You started, but he shushed you.
“Don’t talk.” He smiled at you and kissed you again, this time longer and more passionate. He guided you slowly to the bed, and gently topped you as you got comfortable.
He continued to kiss you, and you went along with it, but you were hesitant.
“Is something wrong?” He asked. You debated telling him then, but for some reason, you didn’t. You just shook your head and let him continue, until he was shirtless and so were you and then, your pants were off. And there they were in all their glory - your deep, white, scars.
He traced his thumb over them. Neither of you said a word for a long time. He bent down and kissed them gently, before looking at you.
“Do you wanna talk about it, or should we just blow out the candles and save it for another time?"
"Uh,” You stuttered. “They’re old, Mikey. Just so you know. They’re from a long time ago.” He nodded.
“Okay. I’m disappointed you never told me, but hey, I get it. It’s not like something you just come out and say. Just know that I’m here for you, okay? I’ll always be here for you.”
“You’re not leaving me?” You asked, shocked.
“God, no. Never.” He kissed you. “They don’t bother me. They show me how strong you are, to know that you’re still here even though you went through hell. You’re a survivor ."
"Thank you.” You smiled, blissfully happy now that the worst part was over.
He leaned over and blew out the candles on the closest nightstand while you did the same. You were left in pitch black darkness with the smell of smoke surrounding you and yet you couldn’t be happier.