#starbucks sunday

[builder051]

It’s Starbucks Sunday. I got a haircut. I’m having a nap now. I will wake up this evening to do chores. I’ll find a game to play. And maybe I’ll write something. :)

#starbucks sunday #laur talks #game #i have a fic idea #and not much energy

[randombrowngirl]

Spending Sunday studying at Starbucks.

#personal #me #my face #selfie #florida #someone give me a mimosa #outfits #Starbucks #on my way #study dates #Sunday scaries

[solitaire-sol]

Sunday Snippet

Thanks for the tag goes to @soup-of-the-daisies!

My offering is a tiny fragment of an Immortal Sirius x Reincarnated (?) James idea that currently exists as a little more than a few snippets in a WIP folder and a leaf-pile of ideas in my head.

Yes, I know you, Sirius wanted to say, the truth in those simple words resonating through his body until his heart shivered like a glass vessel on the verge of shattering. I've seen your hazel eyes in sunlight, in moonlight, in my dreams. I've watched the wind off the sea tousle your hair into a tangle of black curls, run my fingers through those glossy locks until you fell asleep in my arms. I've memorized every line and plane of your body, tasted blood on your lips and wine on your tongue and salt on your skin; I've laughed as you glared at your formal finery as if it personally offended you, placated only when I promised to personally remove it at the earliest opportunity.

I've loved you for so long, loved your kindness and your cruelty, loved you in your brilliance and your despair, loved you through Hell and into madness under skies a thousand worlds away. I've always loved you, James, he wanted to say. I love you, still.

A band of gold glinted under the artificial lights, drawing attention to James' left hand, and Sirius swallowed the words that beat against his ribs like the wings of maddened crows; his unspoken confession seared his spirit as a mouthful of glowing coals would have burned flesh.

"No," Sirius smiled pleasantly, accepting James' offered hand with a shake that's just right for a new acquaintance, and not at all like the grip of a drowning man. "I don't think I've had the pleasure."

I have no idea who to tag, so consider this an open tag to anyone who wants it!

#snippet share sunday #it's sunday for me at least #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #fics by sol

[moregraceful]

wip....sunday?? new york rangers post-apocalypse au...

;;

The kids are alright, for definitions of alright. None of them have a green thumb to save their lives, though Chris has been trying to teach them, but all three of them are crafty, determined to survive. Kaapo can fight off the wolves without a scratch, Alexis can scatter the owls without hurting them or himself, K’Andre can see the ghosts, and all three of them can dodge a bullet without panicking. If nothing else, Chris taught them that last one well.

They sleep on a mattress on Chris’s living room floor, three kids in their early twenties from three different countries, finding comfort in each other after being left behind in New York by three different national teams. When the veil split over the Atlantic and the soul of the universe came pouring out, Kaapo and Alexis couldn’t go home. K’Andre won’t go home. And Chris won’t leave them alone.

Today, the kids go looking for food, or possibly trouble, leaving Chris at home with his garden. Chris is never really sure when grocery store runs are just thin excuses to antagonize haunted wildlife or see how far they can run across the Hudson before the ice is too weak to support their former hockey player bodies, but as long as no one’s actively bleeding when they come back, he doesn’t really care. He’s not their dad, except that he’s the only one they’ve got left to rely on, so he sort of is. He’s only nine years older than K’Andre, and ten years older than Alexis and Kaapo, but it feels like more, sometimes, when they come home in before dark with their eyes shiny and their hands wet with something or someone else’s blood, laughing with hearts that are growing harder each day.

Chris likes quiet time in his garden, working in the weak summer sun on the rooftop in the dirt. He’s been working on it for a couple years now, since the world turned wild and strange. Before, he had not paid much attention to the garden – as a professional hockey player, he had not had much time or energy to pay attention to his apartment building’s community garden – but as the years have gone by, he’s grown to love it. The vegetables he’s grown in the garden boxes, the small citrus trees he’s managed to coax to life in the winter. It helps having collected Kaapo, K’Andre and Alexis off the street early on, because they’re quite often bored and while they don’t have much interest in gardening, they love when Chris gives them pictures of plants he ripped out of stolen library books with titles like Native Plants of New York or Container Gardening For The Stay-At-Home Mom and sends them on a mission to find what he wants. They’re eager to please and love a challenge and he prefers the days when they come home just as the sun is setting, loaded down with plants in their pockets and hoods and arms. It beats the days when they come home bloody or sopping wet just after dark.

Today, he’s working on the lemon tree, a small little bush that is barely past his knees. It won’t bear fruit for several months, but he worries about its survival endlessly. It’s stupid of him – he should worry more about the tomatoes, he’s pretty sure, or anything that needs more sunlight than their summers provide these years. But he wants this little lemon tree to survive. It was the first thing the boys found for him and he’s desperate for it to live. They were teenagers growing restless and cranky indoors, until he was satisfied they wouldn’t die on the street without him and tore out a picture of a lemon tree from a book he’d stolen from the bookstore down the street, Fruit Trees for Urban Growers, and told them to go to the Botanical Garden and find him a lemon.

They’d stolen an entire tree, coming home as the sun was going down, yelling with pride for Chris to look at what they’d done. It almost died in the first three months, shrank considerably like the rest of Chris’s world, but Chris coaxed it into wanting to survive.

He can hear the boys down the street, yelling about something. He has no idea if they’re yelling at each other or someone else. Four years past their World Junior Tournament in Buffalo and three years since Chris rescued them off the street, and they’ve grown skinnier, grittier, more emotional. He doesn’t want to know what they do all day and doesn’t really care, as long as they come home before dark.

Gunshots down the street, more yelling. Chris ignores whatever is going on down there and focuses on clipping off dead leaves of the lemon tree and letting them fall to the ground around the trunk. He read in a book that the dead leaves help fruit-bearing trees grow, that mulch created from the dead leaves will help a tree become stronger, bear more fruit.

How poetic to grow stronger from a part of you dying, he thinks grimly. He clips off another dead leaf.

Down in the street, Kaapo, K’Andre, and Alexis are laughing.

#sunday afternoons are supposed to be my weekend but i have been doing pastoral care stuff all day 😩😩 #someone gave me a $30 starbucks giftcard and i've been sitting in here for like an hour trying to make myself write one single email #that would help with the care stuff but i'm so tired...maybe another latte idk #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions

[evillillad]

WE

WE HOMIES NOW??????????

look out i eat all of my moots <333

:o)

#normal people things #reminds me i gotta find time to draw all my moots ocs #ive been so FUCKING busy ahdkajh at work rn #maybe sunday hrmmmmmmmm.... #i always forget my icon is mini molly working at starbucks

[lunaplush]

Selfcare Sunday

#selfie #self care #self care sunday #baby yoda #starbucks #starbucks holiday drinks

[ciggarettedaydream]

sunday funday🛍️☕️🫧🪽

#sunday #girlblogging #lizzy grant #lana del ray aesthetic #ultraviolence #alison dilaurentis #hanna marin #lana del slay #pretty little liars #the bling ring #the virgin suicides #sofia coppola #taylor’s version #1989 taylor's version #pink blog #pink #pink pilates princess #shopping #starbucks #pumpkin spice #coquette aesthetic #coquette girl #coqeutte #lana del ray moodboard #lanadelrey #vs model #off duty model #diet coke #hyper feminine #girly blog

[holedyke]

LOOK AT WHAT MY BOSS MADE ME 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#h #i love herrrrrr #also she was asking me the other day if i drank coffie and which i place i usually go so i said starbucks and guess where theres a gift #card to 😏.... shes so sneaky love her #(also my birthday isnt till sunday but obvs i wont see her then)

[unfeelingmyself]

#starbucks #me #unfeelingmyself #american coffee #as usual #pink hair #sunday

[storyknitter]

Six Sentence Sunday/Heads Up Seven-Up

Tagged by @starknstarwars and @commander-krios (and a handful of others that are so far back in my notes, they're near-impossible to find - I'm sorry!) for these fic-sharing memes. Please consider yourself tagged if you see this!

Since "Shan-anigans" came in second place in this poll, I'll share the last bit that I wrote of it! It's more than 6-7 sentences, but we'll consider it interest earned ;) This is set in approximately 40ATC in some nebulous SWTOR future where Sanna & Theron are still happily married but mostly RETIRED FFS, Amareesa is about 13 years old, and their youngest Lucca, is training to be a Jedi. The basic plot? Sanna's diplomatic meeting goes sideways and Theron rushes off to rescue her -- while Reesie tags along to help, unbeknownst to Theron at first. Then they team up, hence... Shan-anigans :D

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“Are you ready?” 

The question, asked in a crisp Imperial accent, startled Reesie and she whipped around to find a man in uniform, hands clasped behind his back and posture impeccable. She reached for the dirk attached to her belt and froze as the man began to chuckle. Her mouth dropped open in recognition.

“Dad?” she hissed and he grinned, spreading his arms wide.

“What do you think: do I pass muster?” His regular speech pattern was back, thank the stars.

She took a moment, inspecting his cover: The brimmed, military-style hat hid most of his implants and hair, though a small amount of salt-and-pepper peeked out at his temples. The jacket fit snugly across his shoulders, belted at the waist, and the starched collar of the shirt underneath seemed determined to strangle him. The boots were shiny and looked like they’d pinch his toes.

“It looks uncomfortable.”

It also looked nothing like what he usually wore and it was weird.

“Unfortunately,” he said, tugging at the collar with a grimace, “it is uncomfortable, but I’ll blend in.” He gestured to the pins on the front left panel of the jacket. “High enough rank to not be questioned at every corner, but not high enough to draw too much attention.”

#six sentence sunday #heads up seven up #thanks for the tags! #sorry it took so long #knitter shows up 15 minutes late to tag memes with starbucks #knitter writes #theoretically

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(was working all day yesterday ((12hr days i did not miss ye)) and could not get my shit together so, here is get your shit together sunday where you post your to do list and get your shit together!:

-get off this plane and get home

-im getting new floors put in this week and everything has to be moved!!! What great timing for finals!!! But this really just means my bookshelves and taking everything off so the shelves can be moved by the floor folk

-write at least 2 pages of final paper

-organize clothes and put in car for donation

-clutter clutter clutter bye)

#get your shit together sunday #we do not celebrate mothers day in my home as i am not a mom! #we will probably go get a starbucks treat tho #or an ice cream treat #after shit is getting together #baby takes his first set of finals this week! #the stress in the home is PALPABLE #also for those of you who sent asks for CSFF who are over here #bear with us

[builder051]

And… my handwritten notebook is full of story, the ink still glistening on the pages. I will see about putting up a teaser tonight, but unfortunately I will have to upload the actual content tomorrow.

Sorry. I’m a headcase. But you already knew that, right?

:)

#starbucks sunday #laur talks #laur is sorry #he will try again tomorrow

[solitaire-sol]

Sunday Snippet

Thanks to @groundzero-v for the tag! This is a bit from one of two Victorian Prongsfoot AUs in my WIP folder (well, the other might end up Regency, we'll see). This WIP, unlike the other one, is also a Muggle AU.

Sirius paged idly through the letters, the once-pristine stationary yellowed by the passage of time; the flickering firelight hardly made for the clearest illumination, but no matter. He had read those lines often enough to know them by heart, memorizing each stroke of ink, charting the way that the letters began as a neat but childish scrawl and slowly straightened, loops and whorls coming to stand at attention like a line of soldiers. They had started out as nothing more than a child's ramblings, little stories about the woods and the fields around Welspryng Grange and crooked sketches of the view from James' windows, and over time the content of the letters had shifted, easing into open words of fondness and veiled words of love. The last few letters, postmarked after Sirius' departure from England, were pleading and furious and remorseful by turns, until the last letter of them all, which contained only a handful of lines and a final farewell. 'I should have burned them,' Sirius thought, knowing even as he thought it that he could never bring himself to do so. 'I should have let that be the end.' It had been his intention, at the time, overflowing as he'd been with heartache and the righteous outrage of betrayal; Sirius had enough money that he could permanently set up house on the Continent, if he cared to do so, and never set food on England's gloomy shores again. Yes, he should have burned the letters and he should have stayed away, and yet, he had done neither. Perhaps it was some lingering sentiment from the boy who had devoured those silly little stories about chasing rabbits and splashing in brooks, from the youth who had eagerly awaited the end of the holidays and the return to school and to James, from the young man who had pressed those lines to his lips and longed for the chance to bestow such kisses on the hand that had written them. Perhaps it was cruelty, a malice born of a soul-deep wound, that had driven Sirius' return to England and his violent intrusion into James' proper little life. If the latter, then the embers of that bitter fire now burned low, for Sirius could no longer find it within him to take pleasure in his manipulations, and James had changed as well. He no longer resisted Sirius' provocations, but that impossibly honest gaze was no longer clouded with conflicting emotions: The violence of their coupling had diminished, though the vigor had not, and there were times when those clear hazel eyes were laden with such unspoken tenderness that Sirius was forced to look away. Sirius could lie to anyone, except to himself, and Sirius knew that it had never been about revenge, about the petty amusements with which he could so offhandedly ruin other peoples' lives. It had always been about James, about James and Sirius and the innocence that they had lost when the world had intruded into their humble London apartments, when Sirius had believed that the return of the luxuries lost when his family disinherited him would ease their life together, not bring it to an end.

I once again have no idea who to tag it always makes me feel like I'd be bothering people??? so an open invitation, I guess!

#snippet share sunday #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #is this too long to be a snippet? idk #fics by sol

[umarthiels]

[...] Oh, Starbuck! is it not hard, that with this weary load I bear, one poor leg should have been snatched from under me? Here, brush this old hair aside; it blinds me, that I seem to weep. [...]

fuck i cannot get over ahab asking starbuck to brush the hair out of his eyes it's such a tender moment and for WHAT

#never NEVER gonna be normal abt tnis book #kts 3am on easter sunday and i am crying about whalers #in my defense. most dynamic of all time. #moby dick #ahab #starbuck #starhab #whale weekly spoilers

[sixftmp3]

can the wifi in my apartment complex stop being a bitch I HAVE EMAILS I NEED TO SEND!!!

#me.txt #i was gonna go to starbucks to use their free wifi but theyre fucking CLOSED EARLY!!!!!! #and the local library ISNT OPEN SUNDAYS #AAUUUUGGGGVHHHHHHGHHGHGHGHGHGHG

[value2society]

my favorite treat x it’s Sunday.

#dunks #Dunkin #Sunday #donuts #cupcakes #Starbucks #coffee #Sunday Scaries #Sunday funday #workfromanywhere #work from home #work from office #corporate life #millenial humor #millenials #coffee humor #depresso #espresso #cute aesthetic #losangeles #boston #happiness #cute #depression cured #anxiety cured #smallbusiness #mental heath support #artists on tumblr #small artist #anxiety