Hbo Max… Imma Beat You Up

I stopped at Starbucks for an ice coffee yesterday and it tasted strange. Like it was a little sweet. I had ordered it black, like I do everywhere, so I asked the guy if it was possible some sweetener had gotten in the cup.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “we always do our two classes pumps!”

Two. Classic. Pumps?!

They made me a fresh one with NO pumps of anything at all, simply (as Dennis Leary once put it) coffee flavored coffee. They also offered to let me keep the first one but I refused and handed it back.

A day later and I am still utterly boggled. Is this a thing in every Starbucks, putting liquid sugar into a coffee ordered black by default?! Is this just the one location? I need to find out, because this is NOT okay.

reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

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Reblog if you want to Marcy to be saved

Reblog if you want the Plantar to be friends with Anne's parents

Reblog if you want Olivia and Yunaan to bond more often

Reblog if you want to see Maddie again

Reblog if you want Grime & Sasha to be redeemed

Reblog if you want Sprig to make cute faces again

Reblog if you love Amphibia

Happy 2nd anniversary to the show! 🥳🎊🎉

Bit of a deep cut but -

Jacksonian era democracy referring to Percy Jackson trying to count votes at the campfire

how victorian <- is referring to the tv show victorious

Source: Ennui Go

A really funny and nsfw comic series

Blondes

*Young Jaune, Sun, Yang, and Dew playing kickball in the park*

Jaune (10): You know what sounds really sad? Growing up

Sun (10): Tell me about it, me and my cousin used to watch X-Ray and Vav, but now they are in Middle school and suddenly it's gay

Dew (10): *Throws ball* Laugh while you can chumps! Because soon you'll wake up and all you wanna see is a "Titty!"

Jaune (10): *Kicks ball in anger* Oh yeah!? Well, you know what I heard!? That you're gonna be rocketing blood out of your own torso every month!

Yang (10): Take it to the bank guys, we're all screwed sideways, *catches ball* It's only a matter of time before we start awkwardly grabbing each other in the back of our parents vans.

Glynda: *Babysitting the four while coming off a hangover* These fucking kids are gonna be the death of me in the future...

I love being. a writer 

reblog bocchi the money for a wealthy new year

i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

Good stuff.