Taurus : an entire french press that was made at home that will last the owner approximately an hour before they make another one but you can bet your buttons it was locally sourced
Gemini : iced, black coffee, with 2 packets of splenda, every day at the exact same time, from the same Starbucks on the corner. The barista knows everything and nothing about them.
Cancer : a medium mocha, left to cool down on the window sill with latte art on top that you see on instagram but the photographer spilled it everywhere right after getting the perfect shot and now has to deal with sticky clothes and half the coffee they wanted
Leo : that one pot of coffee in the office that inexplicably makes better coffee so it’s always full except when you want to get a drink and you know all the machines are the same and all the packets of pre measured coffee are the same but stillllll
Virgo : an iced latte surrounded by empty iced latte cups you find surrounding a sleeping student in the library at 8 am how long have they been there the campus coffee shop closes at midnight and opens at 6 how do they have so many empty cups
Libra : a half empty cup of mystery coffee someone left on the bus because I guess they must have been in a hurry to get off why would you disrespect your coffee like this?
Scorpio : a cup of plain black coffee when the owner actually wanted a frappuccino but screwed up so now they’re overloading it with honey and cinnamon and now it’s undrinkable but they’ll choke it down anyway to save face even though no one cares
Sagittarius : a piping hot pumpkin spiced latte drunk with friends who all have the exact same thing, they pretend they’re drinking it ironically, only one person actually likes the taste but will pretend they don’t
Capricorn : a light roast dry cappuccino from the local coffee house in a reusable coffee cup they got from a local artist with eight fucking shots of espresso in it where did they all go you will die if you aren’t careful man what are you doing man
Aquarius : it’s tea except when anyone’s looking
Pisces : it’s actually hot chocolate, can’t stand the taste of coffee except when they’re studying then it’s an americana with 9 packs of sugar and tears
current desk situation after iced chai tea latte sesh with a friend // don’t panic. know your priorities. put on that playlist. hustle. know your boundaries. treat yourself. sleep. repeat. it’s just one day at a time.
just-on-the-cusp-of autumn things: switching your iced chais to lattes, digging out cardigans from the back of your closet, watching the very first leaves begin to yellow and fall, bundling yourself under blankets in bed, lighting scented candles at night, tilting your head back under the first crisp breeze of the season and looking up, up, up at the infinitely blue autumn sky
Summary: There are a lot of ways to say something without actually saying it.
A/N: a little long. also if jim kirk called me starlight, i’d probably cry n profess my love right then and there. forgive any n all typos. enjoy it and lemme know what you think!
The absurdly bright lights lining the corridors of the Enterprise pricked your eyes— you were forced to squint as your legs carried you. The air pouring through the vents pinched any of your skin that remained unclothed. You flexed and contracted the oddly tired joints in your fingers— you could hear tiny pops and the soft sounds felt like battering rams against your eardrums.
You cursed yourself for two reasons: losing your left boot as the time-consuming search for it resulted in your inability to replicate a much needed mug of coffee, and drinking so much with Leonard the night before. While you accepted the former was entirely your doing, you split the blame on the latter— half of it was your fault, and half was Leonard’s. It’s those stupid puppy eyes, you told yourself.
You leant your shoulder against the transparent wall of the turbolift you solely occupied and crossed your arms over your chest. Your teeth were gritted— as if grinding your teeth to nubs would give you the day off and rid you of the heavy weight crushing your skull.
The doors slid open before your desired deck and you didn’t bother stifling a sigh that carried the weight of two starships. You dropped your gaze to glare at your scuffed boots rather than subject the new lift patron to your scowl and dagger eyes.
You lifted your head at the sound of his voice and met his eyes. You frowned immediately and nodded twice. “Bones and I had paperwork.”
“What would you say the ratio was this time?” he asked, his crossed arms rumpling the command gold fabric that was firmly stretched over his chest. He was smiling slightly in amusement as he took in your appearance— messy hair, half-zipped left boot, heavy lidded eyes.
You shrugged and eyed the ceramic mug in his hands. You could have moaned at the smell steaming out of it. “I’d say about two charts to one glass.”
“How many charts in total?”
“Fourteen each,” you winced at the revelation and took your eyes from Jim’s when the amusement painted his features red.
“Seven glasses of whiskey in one sitting,” he said with a laugh. “No wonder you look like that.”
You narrowed your eyes. “How dare you! I look adorable— like a celebrity running errands.”
“‘Cept you’re about to start an eight-hour shift.”
You sighed so your shoulders slumped. “My rough night’s turning into a rough morning— I didn’t even have time to replicate coffee because of my stupid missing boot.”
Jim glanced down at his mug and thrust it in your direction without thinking twice. “Take mine.”
LOOOOOKIE WHAT I MADE! Taylor’s Chai Sugar Cookies with Cinnamon Eggnog Icing AKA CHRISTMAS IN *OCTOBER* AKA THE MONTH BEFORE REPUTATION AHHHG but yeah I’ve put them in these cute little bags to give to my friends at college tomorrow because let’s be real we are all struggling this semester ❤️🍂🍁
author: chrevastan summary: Bucky recounts being smitten with his regular customer at the coffee shop he owns characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader Barista!Bucky AU word count: 1950 warnings: none insp: The story is roughly based on this Ask an anon sent to @bucky-plums-barnes A/N: for Steph @buchonians. To my other readers, I swear the next fic I post will be a Steve one I just couldn’t help writing this u g h
What’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever had the privilege to behold?
Is it the empty spaces of your newly purchased home, or the image of your kid playing with your dog that’s twice their size, or the eyes of a loved one looking back at yours like you were the center of their universe? Maybe it was something as simple as the city lights glistening in the night, the first snowfall of the year, or the flowers that blossomed in the spring. Beautiful, beautiful images of life.
None of these are mine, but I’m glad to say that I had the privilege of reliving my favorite moment nearly every single day, more precisely when the clock read past ten o’clock at my shop.
This definite has set up for OT4 potential because I can’t help myself, but the story itself WILL BE just Adrino/Ninoir with background Alyanette and unrequited Adrienette. Where it goes after that who know ^_^
anyways hope you enjoy part 1
It was all Alya’s fault.
To be fair Adrien probably should have been paying better attention to the conversation around him, but still…
One minute he was happily enjoying his iced chai latte, distractedly scrolling through the Ladyblog and only catching every third word of his friends conversation and the next he was drenched in said Chai Latte stuttering and blushing like… well like Marinette. He still wasn’t sure what that was about.
The two had been arguing about flirting. Nino and Alya that is. Something about chickens… he really should have been paying more attention.
The important thing was he had not been prepared for his best friend to lean over and whisper “you know you are incredibly attractive right?”
Then came the blushing and the spilling of drinks.
Alya had doubled over laughing while Nino had helped attempt to clean up the mess. But even his traitorous best friend hadn’t bothered to hide the extremely satisfied gleam in his eyes.
The afternoon just got worse from there.
It started small. An innocent ruffling of his hair, sitting just a little too close in class. Little compliments messaged between their tablets when the teacher wasn’t looking. At first Adrien was flattered. It was always nice when his friends were affectionate. Given the lack of physical and vocal attention he got at home, Adrien was always desperate for more of the casual affection he saw his friends display so easily. Sadly he was still not secure enough to general initiate or ask for it himself.
Once class ended though it picked up to a whole new degree.
They had made plans before hand to go to the arcade together after school was out given Adrien’s surprisingly free schedule.
The had barely made it more than 10 steps from the school when he felt Nino casually lacing his finger through his own.
Adrien felt the blush returning with force while Nino continued his casual conversation with Alya, who shot them a glare before all but climbing on top of Marinette, who simply laughed and rolled her eyes before reaching back to toy with Alya’s hair.
It wasn’t that he disliked anything Nino was doing. In point of fact he rather enjoyed the increased affection more than he wanted to admit. He just wished he had any clue what was happening.
By the time they reached the arcade hand holding had morphed to Nino’s arm wrapped around his waist. At one point he was pretty sure Nino had sniffed his hair before commenting that ‘all those showers are paying off because you smell really good.’
Adrien was fairly certain that his make up artist was going to kill him because his face seemed to have morphed into a permanent shade of red. Of course there was also the chance that Alya would kill him first. She had been shooting daggers at them while Marinette giggled and occasionally whispered things into her ear.
“Ok,” Adrien asked when Alya and Nino disappeared off to get tokens, “what is going on today?”
Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“What is with the two of them?” he gestured in the direction their friends had gone, “I mean you and Alya have been hanging all over each other- which is fine, I mean it’s not like it’s the first time but you are being kind of… extra, today. And Nino is… just what’s going on?”
Marinette’s expression morphed into a look of amused pity, not unlike the look Ladybug tended to shoot him after he had crashed headfirst into the pavement. It wasn’t very reassuring.
“Oh… weren’t you paying attention at lunch?”
“Yes… no… it wasn’t that interesting listening them to bicker about movie troupes so I kind of tuned them out.”
Marinette bite her lower lip in a clear attempt to bit back another giggle and Adrien felt his heart sink.
“So you’ve really have no clue what’s going on?” she asked.
Adrien said nothing, wondering if maybe his father had been right about sticking with home schooling.
“They’re playing chicken.”
“You have no idea what I am talking about do you,” Marinette sighed. “It’s a game… sort of. More like a contest. You try to see how far you can flirt with someone until you get scared and have to stop.” “Oh,” Adrien said softly, not sure what to make of the swell of disappointment he felt at her words. “So all of this was just a game?” He tried to keep his voice light, but he saw Marinette’s eyes widen in understanding.
“Well, yes and no,” she said hurriedly, “I mean part of the challenge is that it should be someone you actually like. Otherwise it’s too easy you know?”
Adrien gave her a somewhat pained smile, still not sure how he felt about this whole revelation.
“Honestly we thought you knew,” Marinette continued looking honestly concerned, “we just thought you were really bad at it.”
“Hey!” Adrien protested, although he felt his smile widen in genuine amusement at her guilty confession.
“Sorry,” she said, ducking her head in shame.
“Eh, it’s not your fault,” Adrien said “I should have realised something wasn’t right when Nino started flirting with me.”
Marinette stared at him. “Just how oblivious are you?” she blurted then immediately slammed a hand over her mouth.
“Seriously, what am I missing now?” Adrien sighed and trying to give Marinette his best puppydog expression. “Well I already told you- the game isn’t fun unless you are flirting with someone you are actually at least a little bit interested in,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“Oh…” Adrien said stupidly. “Wait, so Alya… and you… did you know?”
Marinette gave him a bemused smile. “She isn’t exactly subtle, and this isn’t our first game of chicken.”
“Oh… so are you guys, like an official couple then?”
Marinette flushed. “It’s complicated.”
“Something holding you back?” Adrien asked curiously.
“Well that answers my question about how oblivious you are,” Marinette muttered, no longer meeting his gaze her cheeks still stained a charming shade of pink.
Before Adrien had a chance to ask her to elaborate on what THAT was about Nino and Alya came back with two cups full of coins.
“So what are you two kids talking about,” Alya said leaning over and giving Marinette an eskimo kiss which she happily returned.
“Marinette was explaining the finer points of chicken,” Adrien said.
“Oh, you told him? There goes half my fun,” Nino complained.
“Wait he didn’t know?” Alya said her eyes lighting up, “Well no wonder you were beating me so badly! You were basically playing on easy mode.”
“Hey,” Adrien sputtered indignantly feeling more than a little put out by this whole thing already, “maybe I will beat all of you at this game.”
All three of his friends gave him a wide eyed look before bursting out into laughter.
“Adrien you don’t flirt,” Alya said between chortles.
“Yeah dude,” Nino said slinging an arm over his shoulder, “don’t get me wrong you are adorable and I love you, but you are about as smooth as a cactus.”
Adrien glowered. “I can be smooth.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Marinette said soothingly, “besides as much as Alya hates to admit it, no one ever beats Nino at this game.”
“I will some day,” Alya said smirking at the boy in question.
“Is that a challenge?” Adrien asked looking at his gloating best friend.
“Its not a challenge bro. It’s just a fact,” he smiled, leaning in a little too close. Adrien forced himself to hold his ground.
“What if I like a challenge?”
“Trust me,” Nino continued with a smile, “there is nothing you could do that would phase me when I am involved in a game of chicken.
Adrien smiled as he got a terribly brilliant idea.
5 medium bananas (frozen overnight)
1tsp bourbon vanilla
1/2tsp ground star anise
a splash almond milk
The night before prepare the bananas by cutting them to a 2cm pieces and freezing them at least overnight. In the morning defrost them for 5-7 minutes and place in the blender / food processor with the rest of the ingredients for the nice cream. Process until creamy. Move to a bowl and add your chosen toppings.
I used ROOBAR cacao bar chunks , star anise , frozen blackberries , raw cacao bean nibs , raw buckwheat groats ‘n carob syrup.
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yesterday, i was mugged and the attacker was like “your money or your life”. then, however, he noticed my panic! at the disco tshirt and asked me if i was a fan. i was a little shook but i nodded “yes”, so he said “well then you’re Far Too Young To Die”. he seemed really pleased with that pun because we went to starbucks where he made me buy him an iced chai latte. he had the barista write “ryan” on the cup even though he told me his name was brian. he really likes ryan ross. we spent the rest of the afternoon theorising about what happened in cape town and the whole sun/moon dilemma. sadly, brian doesn’t have a tumblr.
So since I’m a barista at a Starbucks kiosk, and it consumes my life, I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time figuring out what drink each loser would like/what drinks represent them. So here we go.
Bill: Vanilla Latte. It’s simple, easy, but you can depend on it to not only be sweet and delicious, but to give you the boost you need to keep your day going.
Stan: Caramel Macchiato. Caramel Macchiato’s are all about structure. Your first few sips of it are intense and kinda bitter with a bit of sweetness, but the more you delve in, the sweeter it gets and the more you love it.
Mike: Caramel Apple Spice. It’s warm, comforting, and so underrated. Anybody who has it absolutely loves it.
Beverly: Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew. Cold brew is bold. Not everyone is a fan of it at first, but with the underlying sweetness of the sweet cream and vanilla makes it irresistible.
Ben: Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino. Perfectly sweet, young, fun, enjoyable for everyone. Literally everyone loves it.
Eddie: Pink Drink. Also known as a strawberry acai refresher with coconut milk. The sweetest. Pretty to look at. Everyone is obsessed with them.
Richie: Iced Chai Latte. Unique in taste, and unconventional. You either love it or hate it, but you definitely have an opinion about it.
Speak up when you order and answer me correctly if you want your order made right
So first of all, fuck our business owner for deciding that we needed to cut back labor hours. I work at a small, locally owned cafe chain, and the business owner decided that we “weren’t busy enough” on weekends and that we should cut back to only two workers on weekend mornings. That means that there’s only two people on the floor to take orders, make sure fresh coffee is brewed, make espresso drinks, and make food orders. On the day this story takes place I’m working with a new worker, and he’s still not fast. The new guy is working on a queue of 8 breakfast orders, and I’m the one making drinks, and taking orders. There’s a line of 12 people waiting to order.
I finish up one drink order and go to help the next customer, She’s one of those girls who talks the way that pastel colors look. I’m going to type her part of the conversation out the way that it sounded, since I literally couldn’t hear 80% of what was coming out of her mouth.
Me: Hi, what can I get you?
Girl: Hi, can I get … ice… …chai …… ….. …. and ….. ….. milks do …. have?
Me: (using that technique we all use when a customer is being too quiet, where we talk a little extra loud to try to hint that they need to speak up) WE HAVE WHOLE, NONFAT-
Girl: Do you have soy?
Girl: Can I …. it with soy?
Me: YES. AND YOU SAID ICED CHAI RIGHT?
Girl: Yes, with …. ……
Me: WITH WHAT?
Girl: (finally speaking louder) With light ice.
I finish ringing her up, then throw the iced soy chai together, since it’s a very simple to make. Call it out, then start helping the next customer. After I’ve greeted the next customer I see the girl walk up to the counter and make a sigh sound like she’s about the say something to me. The customer behind her is ordering four drinks, so my attention is on him so I can ring everything up as fast as he’s talking. When I finish the transaction I acknowledge her to see what she needs help with
Girl: sorry, this is fine, (◕ᴗ◕✿) it’s just :/, I wanted a MATCHA latte.
Now the match that we use is really expensive, imported from japan, organic matcha. The matcha lattes are a full dollar more than chais. And like I said before, there’s a line of 12 people who I’m trying to help single handedly, and the customer who just ordered has 4 drinks that I have to make.
I just stared her down, dead-pan, and say: But you ordered a chai, and when I read the order back to you I confirmed that you wanted a chai and you said yes.
She was then like “oh, well this is still fine.” :/
I just nodded and went on the make the next customers drinks. Like, if it’s fine, and you see that I’m busy, then why are you complaining? I also would have remade the drink for her if I hadn’t read her order back to her. I’m pretty understanding that some people are soft spoken, and that I can mishear them, but if I read the order back and it’s wrong, then you need to tell me before paying for the cheaper drink, and before i waste time and supplies making the wrong order.
Fine dining with @aspoonfuloflissi at modern love in brooklyn 💕started with a iced chai (SO good), got the Gnocchi with veggies and almond ricotta and had a warm brownie with cookiedough icecream, caramel Sauce and whipped cream for dessert. Such an awesome way to end a great day! 🍹