i was making coffee

anonymous asked:

Visited Bludhaven, my PO wife tells me: "While I like I wouldn't have to work with Joker, I'm glad I don't have to work with the dicks on the force." This Greyson kid looks wounded, makes a scene. "Grow up." "But I'm Dick! And you wouldn't want to work-" "Between you and the Joker I'd prefer being your parole officer." Greyson bought us coffee to make up for Amy's life. #onlyinblidhaven #greysonisnice #lesbianandithinkhescute

my dream last night was wild like i was in las vegas at this pool party and then i climbed over a fence and i was in paris at this cafe and the lady making coffee was my mom and she had a french accent and then i walked out of the cafe and i was suddenly in this car with one direction and my friend with a latte and then i had a latte and then we started singing one thing and then we drove off a cliff somehow and then i woke up 

nonbinarytonystark  asked:

It's been a while so let's talk SteveTony. I have a headcanon that Tony keeps all the post-it notes Steve has left for him in a drawer in his workshop. They say things like "Make sure you take a break!" or "Movie night tonight" or "I made you coffee" and it's really the little things that make Tony very happy AND comfortable because Steve isn't intruding in his space.

It’s been ages, my dear, AGES. 

This headcanon is so sweet because Steve know how Tony works and will often do whatever he can to make sure that he’s comfortable. So the idea of post-it notes being left about for him by Steve is awesome and when they get together, they take a slightly different approach. It could be ‘Lunch is in the fridge when you’re hungry,” but then added onto it is, ‘I love you.’ 

‘Date night’s tonight!’ 

“You’re special and so important.”

“Remember that you’re gorgeous.”

“You have a heart of gold.”

Small little notes that remind Tony to take care of himself but also remind him of how much of a wonderful person he is and how much Steve’s loves him. The drawer starts getting full within three months because Steve leaves a post-it note for him every single day and he’s the reason why Tony smiles so much, he’s in love with a sap, his sap.

anonymous asked:

rose "I don't leave my room/book/computer unless it's to make coffee or toast" lalonde has definitely got a case of the frozen hands/feet syndrome, luckily kanaya is a glowing alien that is eternally snuggle temperature.

ACTUALLY i believe in the opposite since rose grew up in new york she’d be more used to cold and like i headcanon shes just naturally really warm…….shes like the type to go outside in the winter  in shorts if she wont be out there for long

kanaya on the other hand lived in the desert and when its winter she will not leave her pile of blanket till noon she hisses at snowflakes and is always cold and rose is always warm

Mystery Sticky

We had Mystery Sticky in our kitchen for a couple of days.

Calm down, it’s not like that.

No, a couple of days ago I noticed something sticky had spilled a bit on the counter and floor. My husband had no idea what it was, I had no idea, and our roommate is pretty much never in the kitchen so I went ahead and assumed he had no idea either.

Well, MYSTERY FUCKIN’ SOLVED TODAY.

While making my second cup of coffee I took the milk out of the fridge and went ahead and grabbed a cleaning wipe to clean the sticky off the bottom. I noticed there looked to be actual liquid there so clearly a spill happened inside the fridge.

Set the milk down, go to clean the fridge shelf, move something aside and I see THIS SHIT

 
Apparently that corner of the top shelf in the fridge gets VERY cold. As in, it froze this beer. And then the beer exploded. And it was hidden by other shit so 1. Husband forgot he even HAD this beer in the first place, and 2. Despite using milk every day NEITHER OF US SPOTTED THIS

So.

Good job on our shitty spot checks the last two days, and yay on me for finding a fridge shelf covered in sticky butterbeer and glass.

FUN TIMES.

Added note: Yeah I should probably also move everything away from that corner in case something else decides it wants to explode for funsies.

I Love You

Thrown in lament
I’m lonely
clobbered, foolish
ghostlike, dawdling.

I calm myself
process the sounds words make,
and I make more coffee.

The wind blows warm
as the rain begins
the streets open their arms to me,

I am everyone
I am the blood
the body
the Sun under water
an adult like a child.

Only kindness can bring us back.

Free us.

2

Casually sobbing in my new apartment. I am terrified. What if I’m still unhappy? What if I am just stopping myself from being happy? What if I’m afraid of being happy?

This is the biggest act of self care I’ve done in a long time. Moving away from two very loving, though fairly traumatizing parents. I can’t deal with the drunkenness every night anymore. I can’t deal with not being alone.

What if I get too lonely? What if I miss the country air? What if I get lost in this little part of Cleveland that I’m just not familiar with yet? What if my apartment gets too hot, what if I lose my job, what if I’m too broke to buy myself a beer when I need one? What if I don’t force myself to do the things I want to do, like visit new bars and find nice coffee shops? What if I don’t make myself walk to the beach every Sunday to read? What if I isolate and never talk to my friends again? What if I start cutting again?

What if I find happiness here within myself? What if I accept that I truly 100% deserve this? That I am so deserving of this? That working overtime and working at all is now being done solely to make myself happy?

How am I supposed to make new friends out here? I have friends out here already. But I’m going to need more. To go out with. To talk to. What if my friends won’t come visit and let me take their picture in my new place? What if my friends won’t come visit and let me feed them pumpkin bread and beer? What if they won’t sign my chalkboard?

I am so scared. I am so scared of being kind to myself. I am so scared of being kind to myself in this large of a way. This is huge. This place is mine. I deserve this. But I am still so scared.

Tagged by lovely @touchyhoefucker666 (I love you, but why did i have to type that url? Why?)

name | Ashley
nicknames | Ash, Ash-ed potatoes (by my brother) and Rudy (Screw you, you know who you are)
zodiac sign | Gemini!
height | 5′1 -deep sigh-
orientation | Bisexual Demisaur at the moment
nationality | American
favorite fruit | Bananas or apples!!
favorite season | Winter!
favorite book | Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer by Rick Riordan, or if manga counts, the first volume of My Hero Academia
favorite flower | Roses or cherry blossoms!
favorite scent | A fire, usually 
favorite color | Pink, black, and most shades of blue, green, and purple!
favorite animal | Tigers, horses, dogs, and tanuukis!
coffee, tea, or hot cocoa | All of the above, just depends on my mood! (Though I like the taste, coffee does make my heart feel like it will explode.)
average sleep hours | 7-8 usually!
cat or dog person | Dog!
favorite fictional character | Do you have a week for me to babble? Tops would be Izuku Midoriya, (Literally all of Class 1-A, minus Mineta the perv, plus like half the teachers), Suzuki Shou, Serizawa Katsuya, and Bucky Barnes!
number of blankets you sleep with | Last night I sept with 3, but in summer, usually just the sheet.
dream trip | No idea. Prolly to Scotland or Ireland though, I’ve always wanted to go visit them for a while!
blog created | July 2016 I think!
number of followers | 83 which looks like a funny face so I’m happy.

Not going to tag 20, I already get anxiety tagging like 5.

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and anybody who wants to do this! Sorry if you were tagged and didn’t wanna be!!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.