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disneeznuts · 1 year

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David x (fem) reader on a Disney cruise (Disney dream) ily

a/n: uh side note... I've never been on a cruise so I'm gonna go off of every commercial and youtube video I've seen. sorry if it's inaccurate lol.

(david kawena x reader)

summary: cruise antics with a side of sunburn

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"Can I back out?" You asked, inching away from the decreasing line of people. Coming into contact with skin, you looked up to meet David's gaze. However, he was focused on the view below you. Following his eyes, you saw all the bodies splashing in the pool. Looking back at you he smiled lightly.

"It's not so bad. I swear. Scout's honor," he stated, bringing up a hand to place it on his heart. With a rather unamused look you tilted your head at him. "Really, it's not that fast," he insisted.

"I'm not worried about that. What if I like, rip my swimsuit while we’re in there and everyone will-" You glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to you, leaning closer to David you whispered to him, "What if my ba hoobs fall out."

Instantly a snort left David's lips as he went to try and hide his laughter behind his arm.

"Why did you pronounce it like that?" He giggled rather childishly. You furrowed your brows at him.

"Do you see how many kids are around? What if I flash them, David? I will never forgive myself."

Calming down from his fit, the boy placed a hand on your back, reassuringly.

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. It's not like anything can tear it away. You're gonna be on the tube the whole time. The tubes not gonna hurt you."

Biting your lip you hesitantly took another step forward.

"If you're wrong you so owe me. For giving me false hope." David chuckled again.

"It'll be fine," he stated, placing the tube down onto the starting pad

"I've never even played golf let alone the mini version of it," You informed taking a golf club from David as he handed it to you.

"Really? I swear we did on a date once," David said, snagging a ball and maneuvering around running children to hole 1.

"Maybe we did. I don't know but I can already tell this is not my forte." You mumbled watching as David placed the tee into the ground and stepped back to line his shot and do practice swing. Looking back at you he smiled with a shrug.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it." Looking back at the course, he leaned over and went for the hit. Smoothly the ball rolled across the mats before entering a windmill that was slowly moving and exiting back out onto the grass. Watching, it stopped just before flag.

"You are so going to win," you stated. "How am I even supposed to get it through the fan thing?"

"You'll do great. Just go for it," David insisted, walking backwards, his pole on his shoulder.

Looking rather helpless you fixed yourself into a stance that you guessed resembled David's and attempted a swing. The ball took off faster than his but still made it's way up the ramp and through the windmill, effortlessly falling on to the hole.

Jaw dropping you looked over at David who was cheering.

"See I told you. Look at that you're a natural." Laughing you waved your hand, jogging to catch up to him.

"Beginners luck."

“Ow ow ow ow- be gentle,” David whined as you smoothed aloe over his shoulders. Whispering a quiet ‘Sorry,’ you eased up on your actions.

The boy sat on the edge of the hotel rooms bed facing the TV as you kneeled behind him.

“I don’t get it. I’m in the sun literally all the time. Why am I getting burnt now?” He asked eyes fixed on the screen which was playing the The Little Mermaid.

“You didn’t drink a lot of water today. That’s probably a factor,” you hummed, capping the container. David sighed, carefully turning to fall onto his stomach, head plopping onto the sheets causing his bangs to fall in front of his eyes.

Laughing lightly at his miserable state, you joined him, resting onto you side. With your head in one hand you tucked the misplaces strands of hair behind his ear with the other.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. Responding with a small smile you continued to card through his hair with your fingers. Eyes falling shut the atmosphere became quite despite the tune of ‘Kiss The Girl’ playing in the background.

“You still want to go to our reservation?” You questioned softly as the song ended. Letting out another huff of breath David picked his head up, neck craning to look at you.

“If you want to,” he responded. Furrowing your brows you scanned across the boys features, taking in his tired eyes from the busy day, before sitting up and reaching for the remote.

“I think Finding Nemo’s next. We can watch that and order room service instead. We have all of this week still to check the restaurants out,” you offered. Placing his chin in his palm, elbow sinking into the mattress David looked over his shoulder back at the TV.

“I do like a good Merlin and Dory moment,” he mumbled.

“Sounds like a plan then,” you agreed crawling over to place a quick kiss to David’s cheek. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he turned back to you. Pushing himself up slightly, he cupped the side of your face and pulled you back to him. A small smiled edged its way onto you lips before they connected to his.

His presence disappeared as soon as it came but you followed him as he pulled back. Putting his cheeks in your palms you brought him back close to you. As you did so David shifted forward, making you fall onto the pillows. Giggling softly you placed your hands onto his shoulder to draw him closer just as you fell into another kiss.

However the sudden lurch from the man above you made you do so otherwise.

“Woah- watch the skin man. Making me feel like I’m being stung by a jellyfish,” he hissed. You winced at his reaction.

“Sorry,” you said placing your hold onto the sides of his neck to slowly pull him back in.

#lilo and stich x reader #lilo and stich #david x reader #David kawena x reader #disney x reader #Disney

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milkyruins · 2 years

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## han jisung x reader, TO ALL OF THE HOODIES I'VE "LOST" BEFORE

summary: you've spent the course of your newly-founded relationship with jisung creating yourself a new wardrobe.

genre: fluff

content warnings: eating/food, mentions of consuming alcohol, joke about postpartum depression

wc: .9k

one: the first date zip-up

jisung showed up to your first date in a tactically simple outfit. a black tee, wide-leg jeans, and that grey zip-up he adored– topped off with a small pendant necklace, he knew he made the perfect weapon. it was simple but perfect.

you adored him, especially his shyer moments, like when he asked whether you liked the way he cleaned up for you. the whole egotist act was ruined by the giant blush that engulfed his features, and you were quick to point it out with a teasing grin.

and by the end of a long walk around your campus, which included a pit stop for both overpriced bookstore merch (“ash the squirrel looks so much like you, hannie!”) and ice cream, you managed to ruin his masterfully curated outfit.

“sungie,” you turned to face your boyfriend, ice cream cone in hand. “sorry to be a bother, but i’m getting really cold eating this.”

a gust of cool night breeze flew at you both and you flinched noticeably, nose scrunching at the sudden violent act of nature.

within seconds, jisung’s grey zip-up was draped around your shoulders. for emphasis, he slung the hood over your head and mussed up your hair through the hood. “better?”

his body temperature was like a big, warm hug. “absolutely.” you gave him the tiniest peck on the cheek.

two: the formal-informal hoodie

sometimes you wished that hannie’s upperclassmen friends would just shut up.

as you got to know jisung more, you were introduced to his friends, which included upperclassmen music majors chan and changbin. they both were eager to coach your new boyfriend in the ways of becoming the romance master, which was sweet of them, but jisung was more than impressionable and this expensive restaurant was stuffy as all hell.

“god, how do you even pronounce these wines?” jisung whispered. it was subtle– definitely not meant for you ears– but you caught it.

“god, i wish i knew.”

hannie looked like a deer caught in headlights. his eyes practically bulged out at you in surprise. “um.. i wanted to impress you?”

you reached for his hand, which was currently clenching onto the pages of the menu. he immediately relaxed his grip once your hand found his. “with your great mental catalog of foreign wines? babe, have you ever seen me drink anything that wasn’t the cheapest wine on the rack?”

he shot one of those unsure half-smiles. “it’s okay, sungie. thank you so much for doing all of this, but you know that you’re already plenty impressive in my eyes– also that i could enjoy three-dollar pizza by the slice equally to whatever beef carpaccio is.”

your breath caught in your throat– did you go too far? after a few beats, jisung reanimated. he stood up, tugging you along, quickly thanking the staff as you two exited the fancy restaurant.

the cool breeze hit your skin and immediately you two rerouted to jisung’s apartment, where he nabbed you the first thing he could find in his dresser– a comfy cozy navy hoodie.

you probably looked like an idiot parading around in the fanciest silken garments known to humankind layered beneath a pajama-like navy hoodie, but god if you cared– it smelled like jisung’s subtly rosy shampoo. it was a keeper.

three: the kitchen safety hoodie

after a long night of “studying” together (half of it was playing gang beasts together, but that was just a minor detail), jisung insisted you couldn’t leave to your own place at the “asscrack of dawn”. with a big fuss, he forced you stay at his for the night.

with great effort, you opened your eyes to the sun invading every corner of jisung’s room. you rolled over and out of bed, making a beeline to the kitchen, where you heard some clattering. you needed your darling to cling onto as you properly woke up.

ah, there he was. you slipped behind him, hugging him tight. but your ever-loving boyfriend practically pried you off.

he turned to you. “don’t pout baby.”

you shook your heard, reaching for him again. you wanted your mobile heater back.

“i’m scared the cooking oil will splatter and hit your bare skin.” he reasoned, motioning to the eggs crackling on the stove.

after letting out a great huff, you turned tail back into his room. you returned a minute later, clad in whichever hoodie he left laying around, which happened to be the fluffiest baby blue hoodie, fully ready to squeeze the living daylights out of him.

you forgot to hand it back to him before you darted off to your first class of the day.

“oh! and this was from that morning after you stayed over.” sungie exclaimed as he rummaged through the very not-so-inconspicuous stash of his hoodies crammed into the farthest corners of your closet.

your head was buried in your hands. god, your life was over. how were you to survive without these absolutely banging sleepwear pieces?

his eyebrows knitted together a bit at your stance. “are… you okay?”

you looked up to face him. “i feel like i’m a postdelivery mother feeling the onsets of postpartum depression, so no.”

jisung’s expression contorted into a mix of horrified and concerned. “but if i left these with you?”

the largest, most radiant smile overtook your features. “i wouldn’t cry myself to sleep tonight.”

he practically ripped the baby blue hoodie out of his hand, placing it gently into your arms. “no tears please, baby. they’re all yours. they’re just, say, indefinitely m.i.a. 100% lost.”

#han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #han imagines #han x reader #skz jisung #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #i love han jisung sm i'm so glad i finally got to write for him !!#! 💬. ⋆｡𖦹 °✩ minis

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sapphicmimikyu · 8 months

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[ID: A nine horizontal striped flag. The first and ninth stripes have semicircles facing inwards, and the fifth flag has semicircles facing outwards. The colors, in order, are soft brown, light brown, pastel beige, desaturated brown, cream, desaturated brown, pastel beidge, light brown, and soft brown. End ID]

• Royeeveeteal : Pronounced: Roi-ee-vee-tee-al

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— A gender related to the drink, "Say Hello to Eevee's Royal Milk Tea," from the Pokemon cafe

Day 4 in @jiiamp's coining event | Prompt: Warm Drinks

[PT: Day 4 in @jiiamp's coining event | Prompt: Warm Drinks. End PT]

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ashtrayfloors · 8 months

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—I was getting kinda down on myself because I felt like I’d been really on top of my shit recently but then somehow ran out of money again. So I had to remind myself that being broke doesn’t mean I’m not on top of my shit—it just means we are living in late capitalism, and times are hard. But then I’m not going to let myself stop trying to improve my own/my family’s lives because of it, either. Times are hard but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep looking for more/better work, or that it’s not worth going back to school.

—Saturday evening, P. and I got to go out for a drink. We went to a different bar than the one we usually go to, and had the place to ourselves, so we ended up talking with the bartender. The three of us hit it off immediately. The bartender was a flamingly gay punk dude, and the first thing he said to us was: “You two have the best couple energy I’ve ever witnessed.” He said he could just tell we love each other a lot, and then he commented on the fact that we were even sorta dressed alike. Which I hadn’t realized, but when he said that…we were both wearing Chucks, and jeans, and flannel shirts over old tees. (Love each other so, closer than you know, and all that.) Then we were all talking about our favorite cocktails for a bit, and then Green Day’s “When I Come Around” came on the stereo and me and the bartender were both singing along at the top of our lungs. “I can’t not sing along to this song, you know?” he said, and I said: “Oh my god, same.” And then later somehow the discussion turned to ghosts and he told us the haunted history of the building we were in and some other nearby places, and it was all stuff which I’d never even heard! And I’ve researched that shit! We told him how years ago we went on the downtown ghost tour and it was so boring, we barely even heard any haunted stories, and it turns out that he’s one of the people that now does the ghost tours since the old group folded—and he’s a member of the local paranormal investigation group! He gave us the dates that he’ll specifically be leading the tour this year, so we’re definitely going on one of those dates. Anyway, befriending a gay punk who’s into ghosts and Green Day? 10/10, highly recommended.

—The bar we were in is also a high-end liquor store, and I perused their whiskey selection while we were there, and discovered there’s an Irish whiskey called The Legendary Silkie. As soon as I have enough money where I can justify dropping some on it, I’m going to. Because Irish whiskies are my favorite, and also because I’ve been obsessed with silkie/selkie lore since I was a wee’un.

—Sunday, I basically did jack shit. I was having a sinus issue flare-up, plus it was the first day of my period (which always comes with cramps and exhaustion and a general feeling of yuck), so I stayed in bed half the day. And yes, while I am still hustling my ass off to improve my situation, I have to remind myself it’s okay to have days like that. Especially when I physically need it. When I was younger, I would push myself past my limits, and then I’d wind up super ill for weeks or months, unable to do much of anything. I’m not willing to risk that these days, so when I need a day of rest, I take one, if it’s at all possible.

—Yesterday, I felt a lot better. I did school stuff with the kids, dayjob work + side hustle, and writing/submitting stuff. I also took the kiddos to the library for Maker Monday, and they got to mess around with robots and VR and 3D printers. While at the library, I saw the most beautiful trans woman, and I tried hard not to stare at her like a creep. I managed it—I just smiled at her, she smiled back, and I went on my way. And then in the kids’ play area, I encountered an adorable toddler. He was clearly new to both walking and speaking, and one of the few words he knows is ‘bowl.’ He found a plastic bowl in the play kitchen, and was toddling around the room, presenting it to everyone, saying “bowl!” Which he pronounced like ‘buh!’ So obviously I was super enthusiastic when he showed it to me. “That’s right buddy! That’s a great bowl you’ve got there!” And he grinned his little toothless grin and toddled away to present his ‘buh’ to someone else. Aw. I definitely don’t want any more kids, and in many ways I’m glad my kids are past the toddler stage, but it’s nice to interact with teeny kiddos from time to time.

—Today I felt pretty sucky again, physically. My period yuck has passed, but it was a bad allergy/sinus day. I wasn’t able to take the day off, but I rested as much as possible. I did school stuff with the kids, and then made a cup of tea and took it up to bed, and I worked from bed for a couple hours. After that, I felt well enough to do some other stuff. I packed up some zine orders. And then C. and I did some baking—I had a bunch of peaches left over from a meal we made the other night, so we baked a peach and blackberry galette.

—I’m deep in nostalgia these days, as per usual, but right now it’s mainly for September 2003 and September 2008—The Perpetual Motion Roadshow, and Thee Hobo Love Tour. And how the fuck were those tours 20 and 15 years ago, respectively?!

—Today, I found out that Nick Cave is playing in Milwaukee later this month. There is literally no way I can afford to go, but unlike the Blue Meanies show in July, I didn’t freak out about it. I was bummed for about thirty minutes, and then went: “Eh, so I can’t see Nick Cave in concert right now. Instead, I will sit alone in my room, dressed all in black, drinking tea or wine, and listening to Nick Cave while thinking about a girl I once knew, as god intended.”

—Overall, I’ve been better able to appreciate the small moments of contentment in my life than I was earlier in the summer. Like the fact that the weather is turning autumnal. Like lying in bed drinking tea, or sitting in my backyard drinking coffee. Like watching the birds in my backyard. Like listening to jazz while writing or doing chores. (I’ve been on a big jazz kick lately. This is fairly common for me, this cycle—listen to a ton of punk to the point where I’m almost sick of it, then listen to a ton of jazz.) Like cooking with my kids and reading with my kids.

—Plans for the next week or two include: getting the new CoViD vaccine/booster, home visit with the director for the community program we’re getting D. into, more printing/collating/packing up zine orders, submitting work to more contests and magazines, a field trip with the kiddos to our favorite nearby park/stretch of woods, and performing at 100 Thousand Poets for Change.

#ashtrayfloors #dear livejournal #personal #capitalism ruins everything around me #alcohol #encounters #mirror image see no damage see no evil at all #when i come around #haunted history #rest #illness #i love my local library #baking #i wanna tell you about a girl #small good things #plans

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solipseismic · 8 months

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How was work how was class how’s Juan how are you? Did you name your car? When you make instant ramen what do u put in it? Do you have a favorite mug that has to have a specific drink in it?

oubh .... dipping and kissing u ❣️

in order: not bad, could be worse, thriving in defensive locations (see below), not yet but i'm open to suggestions (should i make a poll?), depends on the kind of ramen (usually i keep sliced naruto fish cake and green onions in the freezer for it, but i also regularly add egg and kimchi), not particularly but i make tea in big batches so i have big mugs i usually reserve for tea (one of them says "best dad by par" with a golf tee and the other is painted like a dragon fruit)

jaun (pronounced "john") ^

#asks #croidhe #thank u my love :)

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therapy-bites · 2 years

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WHAT DO YOU LET CONTROL YOU?

(Don’t be a ZOMBIE)

Where is YOUR “Locus of Control”?

INTERNAL or EXTERNAL

Doc Heath here:

Your friendly Neighborhood NeuroMechanic!

Locus of control is a concept that teaches we have a choice of what we allow to direct our lives; what’s INSIDE of US or what’s OUT THERE in the world.

Widespread woo-woo PSEUDOpsychological social media-baked FAKERY would have you believe you have NO POWER in the face of those LABELED “toxic”, “manipulators”, “controlling”, “gaslighters”.

These mucked up memes paint a picture of so-called toxic, manipulating, controlling, gas-lighting folks as possessing CELESTIAL, SUPERHUMAN, GOD-LIKE POWER over YOU and your very BRAIN cells.

HOGWASH!!!

DON’T DRINK THE KOOL-AID!!!

BTW … many of these memes are JUST trying to sell you their app!

TAKE BACK YOUR POWER!

Realize YOU have the ABILITY to DECIDE what YOU are going to THINK regardless of what ANYONE else has to say about it; even so-called social media ‘influencers’.

Refuse to be like the OTHER “SHEEPLE” swallowing the social media “toxicity” claptrap whole.

Your thoughts are YOUR OWN.

MASTERMIND YOUR LIFE!

You can begin developing your own INTERNAL LOCUS of CONTROL today by bringing awareness to your OWN thinking. Ask yourself, “How accurate & realistic are my thoughts? How well is this particular thought serving me?”

OWN your own THINKING!!!

Be aware that many on social media want to keep YOU under the THUMB of their POWER-DRAINING influence.

THINKING for yourself is a THREAT to them.

I know because I debate these individuals all the time on various PSYCHO-BABBLE social feeds.

But be of good cheer! I’VE GOT YOUR BACK! We’re in this TOGETHER! Reach out anytime you need a wingman to help you fly HIGH ABOVE the nonsense.

Welcome to the TBAL TEAM!

TherapyBites A.R.T. LAB (pronounced “tee-ball” for short & just for FUN!)

#DocHeath #NeuroDoc #TherapyBites #BiteSizedTherapy #couchcrumbs #NeuroMechanic #selfhelp #relationships #marriage #divorce #savemymarriage #MANIPULATION #CONTROLLING #GASLIGHTING #TOXIC #LOCUSOFCONTROL #successmindset #MINDSETCOACH #SUCCESSCOACH #TOXICPEOPLE#TOXICPARENTS #psychologyfacts #psychtoday #brainhealth #brain #halloween #spookyseason #scary #scarystories #zombie #zombieapocalypse

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ofsandevistan · 1 year

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@gloria-emt | X

It was a shitshow of a day. The pricks had ganged up on him, thought it was funny trying to shove NiCola down his throat, when he spat it back at them they just went ahead and poured the sticky blue drink over his head after getting a few cheap hits in.

Wasn’t really a fight when your pals had to hold the opponent still.

Felt like all eyes were on him when he took the train home. He pretended not to care. It only soured his mood more, made him into the pouting teenager his Ma found melted into the couch.

He blinked slowly. Looked at his Ma when she made him turn his head, though he didn’t look moved by her encouragement. If anything it looked like he had somehow managed to roll his eyes without ever moving them.

Then his eyebrow started to twitch.

The way she pinched his lips to make his expression more pronounced — part of him wanted to throw his head back with a scream, another part almost wanted to crack a smile.

But then she said the best thing yet. Something that lit up David’s face.

One moment he was laid out on the couch, the next he was curling his legs up, winding himself like a spring, and then he leapt up shoes and all running along the couch with the soda-towel flying behind him. His shoes squeaked along the tiled floor to the shower with a shouted “WHOA-HA-HOH NOVA!”

He approved.

And just like that he was upbeat again.

David toweled himself off with the same NiCola towel as if that was at all hygienic or made sense, ever a young boy. Said towel was wrapped around him as he waltzed on out grinning wide. “Hey Ma, you gettin’ an undercut too right?” It was a tease, but even so, it was a style that many were digging.

He ripped through the clean laundry. Changed into some fresh boxers. A black tee that was probably his. Coulda left the apartment just like that, though his favourite pants were retrieved from the floor where he’d last kicked them.

#gloria-emt #verse; Arasaka Academy #DAVID FUCKING MARTINEZ #No acknowledgement of the nice words #but that felt most like a teenager who doesn't realise how good they have it

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findurinfo · 2 years

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Starbucks Cup Sizes and Values in 2022: Is it a Big Scam?

Starbucks Cup Sizes: Compared to many other coffee shops, Starbucks has slightly distinct labels for its cup sizes. The names, such as "grande" and "venti," may be endearing to some people while being perplexing to others. The world's largest chain of coffee shops is Starbucks. Customers have the option of ordering tall, grande, or venti hot cups when they need their morning fill of coffee. (For those who like Dunkin', that's small, medium, and large.) What are the Starbucks sizes, exactly, and what are they called? The Starbucks cup sizes include "short" (8 ounces), "tall," "grande," "venti hot," "venti cold," and "trenta," going from smallest to largest (31 ounces). https://youtu.be/k_NUYtCP1og Starbucks Cup Sizes

Starbucks Cup Sizes

Demi (3 ounces) For espresso shots, the smallest Starbucks cup is utilised. Demi is short for demitasse, which in French means "half-cup." It's the ideal serving size for a macchiato or a double shot of espresso (2 ounces) (about 3 ounces). For espresso shots, a demi, a three-ounce little cup, is used. The optimal size for a single or double shot, which is still only two ounces, is three ounces, even though a regular shot of espresso only weighs one ounce. Demi is short for "demitasse," which in French means "half-cup." Venti (20 ounces) There are two types of Starbucks venti: venti hot, which is 20 ounces, or little more than three cups of coffee, and venti cold. The fact that cold drinks come with ice makes venti cold larger than venti hot because you get the same amount of drink plus room for ice rather than paying for less drink plus ice. While a hot venti espresso drink only contains two shots of espresso unless you specifically request a third, a cold one has three shots. Venti, pronounced VEN-TEE, is the Italian word for twenty. This is the large size at Starbucks. However, the cup sizes differ depending on whether you purchase a hot or cold beverage. A cold venti drink comes in a 24 ounce cup as opposed to a 20 ounce cup for a hot venti drink. A venti Americano has 4 shots in comparison to the 2 shots in a hot venti. A cold venti has three espresso shots.

Starbucks Cup Sizes Trenta (31 ounces) Only plastic is offered in the trenta drink size for cold beverages. No hot drinks may be purchased in this size cup, which is the largest size offered by Starbucks. Trenta is pronounced TREN-TA and has the meaning of 30 in Italian. Trenta Cold, the largest Starbucks coffee size, comes in 31 fluid ounces and is exclusively offered in certain iced drinks, such as iced coffee and cold brew. Depending on how much ice is used, this might be the equal of three or four cups of coffee. Short (8 ounces) The smallest cup you can get for a drink is called a short. You cannot order a frappuccino in this size because it is only intended for hot beverages like flat whites and is 8 ounces in size. Few people are aware that this cup size is an option as it is not listed on the menu. One shot of espresso is in a coffee beverage. Prior to being removed from the normal menu when Starbucks sizes increased, this eight-ounce cup was available only on the secret menu. For hot drinks, most Starbucks do carry this size if you prefer a smaller serving of your everyday coffee despite the fact that. An average cup of coffee contains six ounces of liquid, but a short carries a little bit more than that, according to EnjoyJava. Grande (16 ounces) In other languages, like Spanish and Italian, "grande" implies "big," yet at Starbucks, it means "medium." This size, pronounced GRAHN-DEH, is available for both hot and cold beverages. Espresso is served in a large cup with two shots. This size of an Americano contains three espresso shots.

Starbucks Cup Sizes You will receive 16 fluid ounces of any hot or cold beverage when you order a grande. At Starbucks, a grande espresso drink contains two shots of espresso, which equates to two and a half (six-ounce) cups of coffee. You could also want to try a chai tea if you're not really a coffee enthusiast. Tall (12 ounces) At 12 fluid ounces, the tall is the smallest Starbucks coffee size offered on the standard menu. The amount of caffeine in tall espresso drinks like lattes, mochas, and macchiatos is the same as that in short drinks, although they typically contain more milk or another non-caffeinated beverage. Two regular six-ounce cups of coffee equal one tall. The smallest beverage offered by Starbucks is a tall, which weighs 12 ounces. You can purchase drinks in this size, both hot and cold. A tall coffee beverage also includes one shot of espresso. One Americano has two shots.

Is Starbucks Cup Sizes a Scam?

Starbucks Cup Sizes: A viewer Joan recently forwarded our crew a Facebook video in which it is asserted that paying more for a larger cup of coffee at Starbucks is a rip-off because the company's tall, grande, and venti cup sizes all contain the same volume of beverage. There are other other videos online that make the same assertion, including this popular TikTok with over 20 million views that was posted by rapper and singer Sueco in the beginning of June.

Starbucks Cup Sizes The social media reports were also refuted by a Starbucks official. The representative explained in an email that a Tall carries 12 ounces, a Grande holds 16 ounces, and a Venti holds 20 ounces. The company's "hot cup sizes have not altered," the spokesman further stated. We visited a nearby Starbucks and got three drinks in the long, grande, and venti sizes to put the idea to the test. The amount of liquid in each cup was then measured. The tall cup and a half, or 12 fluid ounces, the grande cup and a cup and a half, or 16 fluid ounces, and the venti cup and a half, or around 20 fluid ounces, each. A few days after Sueco's initial video was posted on TikTok, two Starbucks baristas ran a related test and also came to the same conclusions as us. In a subsequent video, Sueco asserted that Starbucks had written him a cease-and-desist letter in response to the allegations he had made in the first. The letter contains a number of mistakes including the wrong Starbucks logo. Starbucks said that Sueco was not the recipient of a cease-and-desist letter from the business.

From where Starbucks get their name?

Starbucks Cup Sizes: Ever ponder why a grande is essentially a little drink or why Starbucks' smallest drink size is called a tall? The Independent claims that it has to do with the original cup names used by the coffee chain. There were only three drink options available at the first Starbucks: short, tall, and grande. However, after a while in operation, customers found the small drink size to be unappealing. So Starbucks made the decision to expand the short size to the venti and fully discontinue the short size, leaving tall as the shortest size and grande as the new medium. According to Starbucks' official website, longstanding CEO Howard Schultz, who at the time served as the company's director of retail operations and marketing, is responsible for the decision to use the moniker venti. The brand claims that when Schultz visited Milan in 1983, the city's coffee culture immediately captured his interest.

Starbucks Cup Sizes He was motivated to give Starbucks customers the same experience when he got back to the United States. This was accomplished not only by adding coffee beverages like cappuccinos and macchiatos to the Starbucks menu, but also by incorporating much of Italian coffee lingo. The Italian word "venti," which means "twenty," was the ideal choice for the new name because, for hot beverages, 20 ounces is the next size up from the grande. Starbucks Cup Sizes: All the cup sizes might be listed in Italian if Howard Schultz had visited the country earlier. However, as Reader's Digest notes, Starbucks preserved the names of tall and grande exactly as they were when venti was introduced. Technically, Short is still around, but it's only on the secret menu (via LifeHacker). Since then, all new cup sizes have adopted the practise of utilising Italian terminology. According to the company, the 3-ounce demi, often known as a demitasse and used for espresso, followed the 30-ounce venti. If these labels are still confusing you, you can also order by saying small, medium, or large. Regardless, Starbucks isn't really concerned. According to insiders, Starbucks' popularity has actually been greatly aided by its distinctive naming scheme. It's a simple method to distinguish them from rivals and fits with the Italian coffee shop atmosphere Schultz was striving for.

Which Starbucks Cup Size has best value?

Starbucks Cup Sizes: As long as you intend to finish the entire cup, the larger the coffee, the greater the value. While the price of a Starbucks venti is more than a tall, the price per ounce is far lower. If you want to get the most value for your money, get a grande or a venti.

Starbucks Cup Sizes For just a few cents more, you'll get four to 12 ounces more of your beverage. It's crucial to remember that, depending on your drink order, a larger cup doesn't always imply more caffeine. Tall and grande hot lattes both come with one espresso shot, however a grande drip coffee will have more coffee (and hence more caffeine) than a tall drip coffee. Simply put, the grande hot latte has more milk and flavouring than the tall. You can always ask the barista to add another shot of espresso to your drink if you'd like additional caffeine, but there will be a fee.

Why Are Starbucks Cup Sizes in Italian?

Starbucks Cup Sizes: In order to replicate the atmosphere of a real Italian coffee shop, Starbucks cup sizes like grande and venti are in Italian. After visiting Italy, Starbucks' CEO came back to his native country and used the ideas he had gained to help develop the coffee shop into the major global brand it is today. Initially, Starbucks sold coffee and spices. The store sold tea, spices, and freshly roasted coffee for clients to take home from the early 1970s to the early 1980s. Starbucks' CEO Howard Schultz visited Milan, Italy, in 1983. He was enamoured with Italy's coffee shops and wanted to imitate their friendliness and spirit when he returned to Seattle. The spice business was transformed into a café by Schultz, who also added coffee drinks with Italian influences, changed the staff's brown aprons to the now-iconic green ones, and named Starbucks' cup sizes after Italian fashion. What is Starbucks Largest Size?On Sunday, Starbucks announced that they will be introducing their own take on the Big Gulp: the "Trenta," a new, enormous 31-ounce cup size.Which Starbucks size offers the best price?Beach advised against purchasing a tall size because the grande and venti sizes offer better value. Tall beverages are 12 ounces in size, whereas grande and venti drinks are 16 and 24 ounces, respectively, for cold drinks and 20 ounces, respectively, for hot drinks.What is a Starbucks grande?A Starbucks Grande is essentially in the middle even though "grande" denotes "big" in at least three other��languages. A Grande beverage has a 16-ounce serving size and can contain either an iced or heated beverage. Starbucks Cup Sizes: We hope this article helped to clear up any confusion you may have about Starbucks drink sizes, whether you find them endearing or perplexing (or a little of both). It should at least be more obvious as to why a Starbucks small is referred to as a tall! Ask your barista for assistance if you ever have questions about the size of your drink! Do follow our Facebook page Read the full article

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over-under-through1 · 2 years

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hey coming back for a quick sec with Butchercup headcannons bc i miss them

they both recognize their feelings for each other like a solid year before either of them make any move

the main reason why their relationship takes SO LONG to become “official” is because Buttercup refuses to give Butch the ego boost. she can’t call him an ugly bitch if Butch can just respond with “that’s not true bc you likeeee meeee”

don’t worry though, she finds other ways to insult him

Bc’s handwriting is unexpectedly great, Butch’s is expectedly terrible

Butch’s wedding vows are like 15 minutes worth of poetry, he describes Buttercup in great detail and basically pronounces her a god in front of all their friends and family. Buttercup, ever a way with words, in turn says “you’re dummy thicc and make me laugh”. Butch starts sobbing /pos.

they have no designated sides of the bed solely because they know that no matter which position they start in, at some point in the night Butch will end up smothering Buttercup from the top in his sleep

one time Butch growled at a dude who made eyes at Buttercup from across the bar they were drinking at

best monster fighting duo of the entire team. guarantee that thing’ll be down in 6 minutes tops

Buttercup progressed from screaming and flying away from spiders to “if you step an inch into my house i’m blasting you into the fucking sky dont PLAY with me, homie”. Butch has to hold her back from destroying their apartment (again) every single time. only 7/10 times is he able to actually do this

he will admit this to no one, but Butch has never once beaten Buttercup in arm wrestling. he’ll talk big game but if she challenges him in front of anyone else, he immediately comes up with an excuse to dip out of the situation

Buttercup is a morning person (not really, but getting up before 10am is considered being a morning person in terms of their relationship) , Butch is not. she loves him though, so she’ll stay in bed an extra hour and let him sleep peacefully

one time Butch got a fever after going out in the rain in a fucking muscle tee (bc of course he did) and BC lectured the fuck out of him and force fed him nyquil for a week (he loved every second of it)

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willkillforgoodmemories · 3 years

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A Small Discourse on Tea

Growing up in a culture which really respects its tea, some of us have strong opinions on what constitutes as tea.

In this essay I will...

Tea originated from southwest China, and from there was spread throughout the world through the help of traders, both from land (through the silk road) and by the sea.

The Chinese term for tea is cha (茶), and made its way through Central Asia. In modern day, the term developed into “chay” (چای) in Persian and Urdu, shay in Arabic and even chai in Swahili, when the tea leaves made their way into Sub-Saharan Africa. The same term (茶) is pronounced differently by the coastal regions of China, pronouncing it as “te”. The East India company’s tea importation gave European languages “thé” (French), “Tee” (German) and o of course, “tea” (England).

Source: Tea if by sea, cha if by land: Why the world only has two words for tea

I had never understood, while watching British media, why they added the milk after the tea had been cooked. That’s blasphemy. Here, especially in Karachi (a coastal city of Pakistan, if you did not know), tea is drunk all the time and the default way to cook it is in milk. The milk is added along with cardamom, then loose tea leaves and sugar, and its brought to a boil after which it is sieved and served. The boil brings out flavours of all ingredients.

The chai even fits in all aesthetics.

See, I would have talked about making tea from tea bags but then I realized, I would have lost it. Loose tea leaves for the win.

Why would anyone, I mean ANYONE willingly drink black or green tea. It’s horrendous and wakes you up as if Genghis himself arrived to slap you awake. Tea is supposed to be calming and relaxing, energizing you in a motivational way (like the cleanse you feel after watching Studio Ghibli films). The flavour is absolutely wonderful.

Adding cinnamon (or any other masalas) make for a more tangy-esque tea which is still good but who ever adds pumpkin spice, chocolate, maple syrup or any abomination of an ingredient to tea, I will personally hunt you down and make you a good cup of chai. You all are missing out on this wonderful tradition. And to those who will like to bring a more modern touch to it, DON’T DARE TOUCH CHAI YOU COLONIALIST FREAKS.

I conclude my essay by stating that I aspire to show everyone the wonder that is chai. Thank you.

Do tell me your thoughts.

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emeraldbabygirl · 2 years

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it’s a 2 and a half minute video with maybe 30 seconds of an intro and i’m spending 5 minutes trying to figure out why they are pronouncing T1419 LIKE TEE WUN PHON NINE WHAT AM I MISSING?? WHAT ARE THEY DRINKING?? IS THE ONE BEFORE THE FOUR SILENT??

#ITS TEE ONE FOUR NINE IS IT NOT????#EMMIE HELP #t1419

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therapy-bites · 2 years

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TOXICITY TERROR!!!

Where is YOUR “Locus of Control”?

INTERNAL or EXTERNAL

Doc Heath here:

Your friendly Neighborhood NeuroMechanic!

Locus of control is a concept that teaches we have a choice of what we allow to direct our lives; what’s INSIDE of US or what’s OUT THERE in the world.

These mucked up memes paint a picture of so-called toxic, manipulating, controlling, gas-lighting folks as possessing CELESTIAL, SUPERHUMAN, GOD-LIKE POWER over YOU and your very BRAIN cells.

HOGWASH!!!

DON’T DRINK THE KOOL-AID!!!

BTW … many of these memes are JUST trying to sell you their app!

TAKE BACK YOUR POWER!

Realize YOU have the ABILITY to DECIDE what YOU are going to THINK regardless of what ANYONE else has to say about it; even so-called social media ‘influencers’.

Refuse to be like the OTHER “SHEEPLE” swallowing the social media “toxicity” claptrap whole.

Your thoughts are YOUR OWN.

MASTERMIND YOUR LIFE!

OWN your own THINKING!!!

Be aware that many on social media want to keep YOU under the THUMB of their POWER-DRAINING influence.

THINKING for yourself is a THREAT to them.

I know because I debate these individuals all the time on various PSYCHO-BABBLE social feeds.

But be of good cheer! I’VE GOT YOUR BACK! We’re in this TOGETHER! Reach out anytime you need a wingman to help you fly HIGH ABOVE the nonsense.

Welcome to the TBAL TEAM!

TherapyBites A.R.T. LAB (pronounced “tee-ball” for short & just for FUN!)

#DocHeath #NeuroDoc #TherapyBites #BiteSizedTherapy #couchcrumbs #NeuroMechanic #selfhelp #relationships #marriage #divorce #savemymarriage #MANIPULATION #CONTROLLING #GASLIGHTING #TOXIC #LOCUSOFCONTROL #successmindset #MINDSETCOACH #SUCCESSCOACH #TOXICPEOPLE #psychologyfacts #zombie #zombieapocalypse #halloween #spookyseason

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jeannereames · 3 years

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Honor (timē) & Alexander

I’m reading through several chapters in the Brill’s Companion to Alexander the Great, edited by Joseph Roisman (2003) and I want especially to recommend Joseph (Yosi) Roisman’s “Honor in Alexander’s Campaign,” Chpt. 11, pp. 279-321 (yeah, it’s long). I half-think he wanted to edit that collection just to write that chapter. LOL. I give the citation because most people (not libraries) can’t afford Brill books. Even used, it’s well over $100 on Amazon. BUT there is this thing called “ILL” (Interlibrary Loan), which even public libraries will usually do for you, if perhaps for a (small) fee. You can have the chapter copied, or ILL the entire book and read more in it. Back before I was doing a phud, just wanted to read all these articles and books, I made copious use of ILL at my public library in Tampa. (Also, at the link above, you can purchase a copy of just that chapter. ILL is probably cheaper.)

ANYway, I want to recommend the chapter because Yosi manages to explain quite well (in readable fashion with minimal untranslated Greek/Latin) the concept of “honor,” or timē (pronounced tee-MAE) and its importance to Greek (and Macedonian) society. Timē is a tough word to translate. Honor is only part of it: esteem, regard, public standing...all those work too. As I tell my students in Greek History, when I introduce the “Greek virtue triad” of agonia (competition), aretē (personal excellence), and timē (honor/public regard)--each leading to the next--if you “get” these three concepts, the Greeks (and Macedonians) make sense. If you don’t, they appear to act crazy at times. Timē isn’t a matter of life and death...it’s more important than that!

Yosi dissects timē in the Macedonian context, how Alexander used it to reward or punish others, and how others viewed him with regard to it. While there are some details with which I quibble (below), I would really recommend this chapter to anyone who wants to better understand Alexander in his historic, cultural context. There are a lot of things between now and then which are really different, not least that seeking timē (= personal renown) and fame wasn’t a bad thing. TOO much boasting was hubris because that tread on the robes of the gods, but if you didn’t toot your own horn, nobody else would toot it for you. (One of ATG’s flaws was over-boasting/hubris, noted even in antiquity, especially when he’d been drinking.)

As I said long ago in my review of Oliver Stone’s “Alexander,” one of the “hard sells” about Alexander to a modern audience (which I also dealt with in writing Dancing with the Lion) is that, these days, we prefer our heroes humble. The Greeks didn’t. Humility is a Christian virtue, not Greek, and even for those who aren’t Christian, that view of humility is DEEP in our Western society. Some cultures (mostly Med) still elevate machismo, but especially in English-speaking countries, we prefer our heroes and celebrities humble, approachable, and friendly. We want Spiderman. Or Frodo. Or Tom Hanks. Prima donnas like Jennifer Lopez or Christian Bale (or Jared Leto, these days) don’t get a lot of respect.

Even in “democratic” societies like Athens, competition was still MAJOR, and if they wanted equality, it was only with regard to someone else. “There are no poor men, only rich men waiting to be,” is a Greek saying, and also applies to antiquity. None of this humble bragging shit. Sophrosunē, or self-control, and moderation were also admired, but humility was not a virtue.

That said, there are still arenas reminiscent of ancient Greece/Macedon. Take rappers, or boxers. Baseball players are taught how to give “humble” interviews--”I just wanted to help the team....” But boxers are expected to trash-talk opponents. And rapper battles are legendary. Both are more legal versions of the mob, or gangs.

Think of the Greeks and Macedonians like a bunch of rappers, shouting to the rooftops what they can do best and dissing the competition.

So, if you prefer, you can view Hephaistion vs. Krateros as 2Pac vs. Biggie. ;)

Yosi explains why (albeit without the rapper reference, ha). He also explains how this often fell out in real-world ways, so it’s not just theory (one reason the chapter is so damn long). He talks about everything from proximity to the king, to officer assignments, to the importance of a royal kiss.

A couple personal quibbles, the biggest being that I think Yosi is more inclined to credit ATG with divine aspirations, without qualifying it. In the “Did Alexander really think he was a god?” matter, the problem is “define ‘god.’“ The Greeks (and Macedonians) had a hierarchy of divinity. It wasn’t “divine” and “not divine.” We have deified heros (like Herakles, Dionysos...and Alexander) some of whom wound up as constellations (the dioscuri, or the Twins), then the “little divine things” (daimonē), then lesser nature spirits like nymphs, satyrs, etc., then divine concepts like “justice” (Dike) and victory (Nike), then lesser divinities/natural forces like Night, Death, Sleep, even the Titans, then finally we get to the Olympians (Zeus and family) + major chthonic deities (Hades, Persephone, Hekate).

So there is a BIG-ASS difference between claiming to be heroized, such as Achilles or Herakles, and claiming to be ZEUS. Son of Zeus does not make one divine, btw. The heroes died, even the later deified ones. Yosi doesn’t really get into that, and I think it’s critical. At no point did Alexander put himself on a par with the Olympians, or really most immortal divinities. He expected to be heroized at his death.

There are a few other things, such as my disbelief that burning Persepolis was a drunken revel (it was calculated and planned for; the drunken inspiration was Greek propaganda), or that Alexander braved Gedrosia just to show up Cyrus and Semiramis. By that point, he’d come to appreciate boats and trade, so I believe he was looking at sea lanes. Yosi wants to make it about him competing against heroic historical figures.

But in the scope of things, these are minor. I recommend you (somehow) lay hands on that chapter and read it. I’ll probably be assigning it when I teach my ATG class again next spring (2022).

There are some other good chapters in the Companion too, btw. I especially like Maria Brosius’s on ATG and Persia.

#timē #Alexander the Great #ancient Macedonia #Campaigns of Alexander the Great #honor as a Greek virtue #humility was not a virtue #Understanding Alexander the Great #Joseph Roisman #Brill's Companion to Alexander the Great #Classics #tagamemnon

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TASK: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: Aleksandr “Sacha” Ruslanovich Tarasov

Nickname: Sacha, Cha Cha ( taking applications for others xoxo )

Birthdate: 17th of December, 1989

Age: 32

Zodiac: Sagittarius Sun, Leo Moon, Scorpio Rising

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: He/him & They/Them ( used interchangeably )

Romantic orientation: Biromantic

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Russian

Rank: Dominion

Affiliation: Death

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Social class: Upper class

Educational achievements: Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Psychology from The Sorbonne ( mostly paid for with daddy’s money x )

Father: Ruslan “Lana” Yevgenovich Tarasov

Mother: Alexandra “Sanya” Pashovna Tarasova

Siblings: None

Pets: None

Previous relationships:

Though Sacha prefers to keep his relationships loose, often leaving things without labels, there are a few notable entanglements.

- Saint Warden: The two experience a brief and heady whirlwind relationship ten years ago, one Summer in Paris bringing them close together, high off the drugs and each other. While a young Saint was fast to fall in love, Sacha cuts things off quickly, rathering to keep things casual than let someone become his weakness. Over the years, they reconnect occasionally, their affairs stretching a few days or weeks before the illusion is shattered again, sending Saint off again back home to London.

- Laura Vardhamana: Who’s chasing who here? Maybe that’s half the excitement, Laura plays hard to get with ease and Sacha knows they’ve met their match. Late night hook ups meld into something more, an uncanny amount of time spent together, their relationship developing a seriousness that Sacha’s never experienced. He gets suspicious, uses connections in Death to check out Laura’s tech from a far. There it is — bank statements, withdrawals and transactions made, Sacha’s been conned and is made quite the fool. So they blackmail her, turning the same receipts into threats of prison or Death.

Arrests: Breach of the Peace ( during a Death-staged protest )

Prison time: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: Executive Producer, Pale Horse Media / Dominion, Death

Dream occupation: He doesn’t dream about working, only having power

Past jobs: Never truly worked a day in their life x

Spending habits: As Death’s benefactor, Sacha allocates a certain amount of money from his family funds to the cause. On top of that, their personal spending could be described as excessive, spending mostly on clothes and other impulse buys.

In debt?: Hahaha

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: Average

Speed: Average

Intelligence: Above average

Accuracy: Above average

Agility: Above Average

Stamina: Average

Teamwork: Because he’s so good at manipulating others to bend to his will, Sacha doesn’t mind teamwork, though he would much rather work alone if possible

Talents: Persuasion, Manipulation, making playlists and mean cocktails

Shortcomings: Detached, vain, selfish, jealous

Languages spoken: Russian, English, French

Drive?: Yes

Jumpstart a car?: No, they have people for that

Change a flat tire?: No, they have people for that

Ride a bicycle?: Yes

Swim?: Yes

Play an instrument?: Piano ( strict lessons from his childhood burning scales into his brain )

Play chess?: Yes

Braid hair?: No

Tie a tie?: Yes

Pick a lock?: No, they have people for that

Cook?: hahaha

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS.

Face claim: Robert Pattinson my beloved

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Hair type: Mostly straight with waves / 2a curl pattern

Glasses/contacts?: No

Dominant hand: Right

Height: 6’1″ / 185 cm

Build: Lean

Exercise habits: Combat training and the occasional run once or twice a week, Sacha’s definitely not passionate about exercise

Tattoos: General Tattoo Inspo ( x, x, x )

Highlights

- Death Skull on his left shoulder close to collarbone, able to be seen from straight on

- “Тарасов” or Tarasov in Russian under left collarbone

- a shitty stick n poke pansy on his thigh, given by Saint around ten years ago

- “Ignorant Style” tattooing, really vibe with @/bad.badtattoos on ig’s style ( here, here, here, here, here, here, here, )

Piercings: Earlobes

Marks/scars: Freckles across skin, though none too pronounced. A few scars from drunken shenanigans gone wrong — Sacha really becomes reckless when he drinks.

Clothing style: Varied. Some days, they’re very casual, slouching on stupid graphic tee with jeans, other days are more like sleek designer boots and trendy, high waisted pants.

Jewelry: On dressed-up days, Sacha might swap his basic silver hoop earrings for something with shine, or might throw on a sleek watch to impress. His family has passed down two items of significance: a signet ring meant for each patriarch of the Tarasov family, and his grandfather’s pocket watch. Neither are worn or used on regular occasion, though might be broken out when Sacha is sent on official Tarasov Media Conglomerate business.

Allergies: None

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: INTJ - The Architect

Enneagram type: Type eight - The Challenger ( independent, stubborn, determined )

Moral alignment: Neutral Evil

Element: Fire

Emotional stability: Sacha keeps emotions hidden well beneath surface, often disguising one emotion as another, whatever is the most useful for the situation. Most of the time, people perceive him as detached and cold, making it hard for him to maintain regular relationships for long.

Introvert or extrovert?: Extroverted

Obsession: Finding people’s weaknesses

Phobias: Snakes! Egads!

Drug use: Recreational, mainly drugs like ketamine, molly, acid

Alcohol use: Daily, mainly vodka

Prone to violence?: No, would rather use their snakey ways

Prone to crying?: hahaha, no

Believe in love at first sight?: No

MANNERISMS.

Accent: With years of effort and practice, Sacha manages to disguise his natural Russian inflection with something closer to a Southern English accent, though it’s not perfect and you can hear it on occasion, especially if he’s been drinking

Hobbies: Binging shit TV, giving shitty stick-n-poke tattoos, making shitty tunes on the piano, listening to music, demanding aux privileges

Habits: Drinking, smoking, lying their ass off

Nervous tics: Clenching jaw

Drives/motivations: Power, control, greed, attention

Fears: Failure, losing control, submitting to others

Sense of humor?: Kinda fucked up tbh

Do they curse often?: Tastefully

FAVORITES.

Animal: Bears

Beverage: Iced Coffee or Vodka

Book: Bret Eason Ellis’s American Psycho

Colors: Green, Purple, Silver

Food: PIZZA! but a childhood comfort food is syrniki

Flower: Orchids

Gem: Chalcedony

Mode of transportation: Land Rover

Scent: Vanilla, Oud, Tobacco

Weather: Cloudy, breezy

Vacation destination: Swiss Alps

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: Becoming bigger and more influential than his father ever was

Greatest fear: Missing a huge opportunity, becoming irrelevant, being controlled

Most at ease when: exerting control

Least at ease when: being forced into something

Biggest achievement: Making a name for himself outside of Russia / Becoming the benefactor of Death

Biggest regret: Not negotiating with Uriel to enter Death as a Seraphim x

#task.#about.#drugs cw #alcohol cw #it's task day for sacha

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