i hope they change the actor for daario naharis every season for absolutely no reason and with no explanation given
roberts rebellion high school au
where rhaegar asks lyanna to go to prom with him even though he was already going with elia and lyanna was going with robert but she agrees and robert throws a hissy fit
Then there’s the whiff of something unpleasant around the fact that the more successful Peggy is, the more “Mad Men” appears determined to depict her personal life as a disaster. It’s almost as if the show feels it has to show her as successful but lovelorn, but that’s something of a cliche. For the longest time on TV, the most high-powered professional women were depicted as unhappy in love or incapable of sustaining relationships, because, Lord knows, it’s not possible for a woman to be successful in both arenas. Yeesh.
Yes, professional women in the ’60s faced many different kinds of roadblocks, but Peggy is a dynamic, thoughtful, attractive and intelligent woman. I find it hard to believe her entire social life would be sad, disappointing or constricted, but it always is on this show. The circles in which Peggy’s love life is going are starting to feel quite stale.
people (and things) you have not mentioned in your coffeeshop au
- the actor who comes in and wants to chat for hours about waiting for godot, saying things like “it really illuminates the inherent despair of the human condition! very, very inspiring, really. quite harrowing.”***
- the man who comes in with a recipe for mixed, ground beans that is accurate to three decimal places. (your scales only measure to two places. the recipe is indecipherable.)
- the small child who uses every single coffee sack as a punching bag
- the two dancers who take it upon themselves to play with every single drygood in the shop and then, after thirty minutes of phone conversation, order one green tea latte (“do you not have almond milk? oh, what the hell, let’s live a little”)
- the office workers who drew the short straw and have been sent out for eighteen orders of hot chocolate, all customized
- the man who wants to unpack and try every single coffee grinder, and also can you show me that electric kettle! how does it work! oooh, that’s a nice grinder. is burr really better than - what’s the other kind again? and what about those teapots in the back?
- the man who brings his own espresso mug
- the man who doesn’t understand why you haven’t memorized his special yet, seriously, it’s been a whole day!
- your coworker, who has been flavoring beans and now smells like an excoriating mixture of hazelnut, vanilla, pumpkin spice, and eggnog
- your other coworker, who sees a Difficult Customer approaching and flees to the back room like a fucking bullet, apologizing all the while
- your other coworker, who is in charge of the playlist and has to run to skip every other song because it contains 1) excessive drumming 2) excessive maudlin guitar 3) excessive use of the word “motherfucker” 4) is titled “starfuckers”
- your boss’s unofficially adopted son, who comes in to get in the way and make coffee at a different time every single day, enters via the front door, disappears mysteriously at some point in the next hour, and apparently exits via the basement gates
- the entire firehouse, who come in (collectively) at the same time as the entire local police station, are indistinguishably tall, and all want very different drinks
- the customer who comes in five minutes before closing, when you’ve swept all the grinder stations, and orders fifteen pounds of coffee. “ground for paper, please.”
- the customer who leads with the deceptively simple “oh, i’ll just have a…” and spends the next ten minutes describing exactly how they want their extra-hot triple-shot half-skim half-whole milk mochaccino with an extra shot of caramel, double cups, flat top, and can you make those shots tall please? and not so much foam. what do you mean that’s what a mochaccino is? can’t you just make a mocha? what do you mean a cafe mocha or a mochaccino? just a mocha! and a macchiato. wait, what do you mean that’s just an espresso shot with milk foam. they don’t do it like that at starbucks. oh. oh, okay. well, just the mochaccino then. thanks. (and then doesn’t tip. usually appears when there’s a line all the way to the door.)
- your clothes, which will smell like coffee for the next three years
- the apple cider steamer wand, which your other other coworker keeps leaving out to the side so you have a semipermanent burn because you keep hitting it when you pull shots
- the time a dozen cartons of milk mysteriously go bad and you only find out after you add them to coffee
- in keeping with that, the time you have to throw out a dozen consecutive cups of coffee, full of clumpy milk
- the time you nearly knock over an empty espresso cup and, in a bid to save it, throw sixteen ounces of coffee in the air instead
- the time the drip machine overflows. (rinse and repeat weekly.)
- all the different ways you can pronounce “hazelnut”. language is a wonderful thing.
- "what’s a fluffy angel?" me too, customer. me too.
***(not chris pine, but with definite ambitions in that direction)
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↳ like-a-winter-machine asked :
before i knew which blogs were which,
some were fandom, some were art, some were music, and some were a bit of everything.
now everything is sebastian stan
Hello, anon, and thank you for the question.
This topic has been studied by researchers for years. There are three prevailing theories that I will relay to you now.
1. It keeps him on the ground.
You may notice in the gif above that Chris’ leg starts to rise as he laughs, possibly a precursor to his entire body undergoing a sort of lift off due to his joy. Chris then employs his upper body strength to force himself to obey the laws of gravity.
2. To check on his physique.
As you may be aware, anon, it takes a lot of hard work to maintain a superhero body. Chris is concerned that in the time he has spent sitting down, sans working out or eating, he has lost muscle mass. Understandably, he feels the need to make sure that he is still a specimen.
3. Object permanence.
Object permanence is a term applied to the understanding that an object still exists even when you cannot see it. Chris closes his eyes when he laughs, making him unable to see that he has not disappeared. By grabbing his left boob, Chris knows that he has not somehow ceased to exist.
I hope this helps.
For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival. I was convinced that the woods were calling me. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don’t live in the woods by myself by the time I’m 25, I have failed.
[…] I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I’m a lunatic. I sing, I dance. I do crazy shit.
Science Bros - Avengers Assemble 10