SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BOOK OF BILL BELOW

unironically the best kinds of people to encounter working customer service

One of the baristas at a nearby Starbucks makes me lose my mind every time I’m there by saying things that are not outside the spectrum of normal human words but are just slightly off-the-wall.

Barista: Welcome to Starbucks, home of delicious, what deliciousness can I put in motion for you today?

Customer: … Can I get a trenta pink drink please?

Barista: Go big or go home, we here at Starbucks appreciate your commitment, what else can I get started for you?

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Customer: Nitro cold brew with shots of espresso please.

Barista: Brave of you to commit to staying awake for three days, anything else today?

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Barista: *slams open drive-thru window* HI HOW ARE YOU?

Customer: …I’m pretty good.

Barista: Are you ready to be even better? Because you’re about to be. *hands them their coffee* 

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Barista, realizing that a drink was made wrong: *slams open window* SO how do you feel about surprises?

Customer: ….they’re okay.

Barista: Great because I’m about to give you one.

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Barista: You have two drinks so I am going to hand you two straws which means, FANTASTIC news, these straws double as drumsticks. / You have one drink so I am going to hand you one straw and, promise not to tell anyone, this straw doubles as a magic wand.

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Barista: Here are those cake pops, I plucked them fresh from the tree myself.

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Barista: *slams open window, holding drink* Amazing, fantastic, delicious, you are a very lucky man/woman!

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Barista, realizing drink is being delayed or remade: Looks like it’s gonna be just one minute so they have time to put the extra love in.

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Barista: I’ll be with you in one hot second. *beat* WOW that second sure was hot!

Anyway she has a few dozen catchphrases she rotates approriately and it’s both distracting and fantastic to listen.

"Suppose one reads a story of filthy atrocities in the paper. Then suppose that something turns up suggesting that the story might not be quite true, or not quite so bad as it was made out. Is one's first feeling, 'Thank God, even they aren't quite so bad as that,' or is it a feeling of disappointment, and even a determination to cling to the first story for the sheer pleasure of thinking your enemies are as bad as possible? If it is the second then it is, I am afraid, the first step in a process which, if followed to the end, will make us into devils. You see, one is beginning to wish that black was a little blacker. If we give that wish its head, later on we shall wish to see grey as black, and then to see white itself as black. Finally we shall insist on seeing everything -- God and our friends and ourselves included -- as bad, and not be able to stop doing it: we shall be fixed for ever in a universe of pure hatred."

- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity. Some of yall really should read this.

Could you personally forgive someone who had a neo-Nazi “phase” as an adult? Assuming they’re trying to make amends for their past behavior/beliefs

finally somebody says it. i love all the chill fluffy slice-of-life stuff in g/t but i hunger for violence. let us see the borrowers making war on humanity. let giants enslave humans by the millions and use them for war, labor, and pleasure. let me see the monsters, the freaks, the cruelties of this fandom. you all hide from your darkness and have become blinded by the light.

reminder: g/t is not about trying to Get A Good Grade In Morality. g/t isn’t about making things palatable to others. you can use those fucked up ideas you have. you can draw that NSFW. not all g/t content has to be Ideologically and Morally Pure. you can do whatever you want actually. preferences and likes in fiction do not equal IRL values. fiction =/= reality. write that fucked up g/t shit

i won a bet with a friend and have been owed a cookie for the last week. i finally got my cookie today.

it's a protein cookie.

this is something nobody realizes, and yet it's the most devastating truth of human existence.

Unfathomably based

Hi! This is probably a weird question, but what is your opinion on the prosperity gospel?

That,,,,, sounds like a load of bull and a Very slippery slope to classism and ableism

Rewatching the first episode of Attack on Titan after finishing the series is one of the most devastating experiences, because you see everything with completely new eyes from the first viewing.

And yes I'm yapping about this bc I just showed it to my Nana on a whim and my head is filled with too many thoughts to leave unwritten.

SPOILER ALERT BELOW

Like, the Titans go from being these terrifying monsters to being tragic victims. You can't feel scared or tense in the same way, knowing that these are men, women, and children, forced to become the monsters they've been called their whole lives.

The most prominent feeling, though, is that sensation of unease and dread that permeates the whole first episode. In a sense, it's similar to watching for the first time, as the episode opens with that famous statement that "at that moment, everything changed." You watch as these three kids engage in what seems to be a day like any other, but the icky feeling in the back of your mind reminds you that something about this world is simply not right.

But rewatching it is so much worse, particularly in the case of Eren Jeager.

You see this child, and you understand now that while he seems like an innocent child with dreams of freedom, you notice how *outspoken* he is, how fiercely he speaks towards everyone, and you feel even worse, because you know what this boy is about to go through, just how much he's going to suffer, exactly what he's going to do, and how much he's going to fight, fight, fight for what he believes in.

So when vogel im kafig starts playing, as the smiling titan - no, you think, *Dinah* - wraps her fingers around Carla's body, as the jaws close and the screams of that boy tear through the air, you know *exactly* what's going to happen next, but there's nothing you can do. So as much as it hurts the first time, the hurt that comes from a cruel, uncaring death of a mother, it's so much worse when you realize it's the beginning of a tragedy like none other.

It's the beginning of a story not of hope, or freedom, or even revenge (although the show is about this, the first episode seems eerily eren focused, at least to me), but it's the story of a boy who lost himself to anger, to pain, to fear, and to the endless cycle of fighting, fighting, *fighting*, always moving forward but never moving ahead, who became the exact monster he so hated; a slave to the pursuit of the very thing he do desperately desired.

You watch the credits roll. Maybe a tear appeared in the corner of your eye, maybe you simply let out a sigh, maybe you went on tumblr and posted an unnecessary rant about it, but you had to do *something* to express your feelings on what you saw.

It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. You know exactly where it went wrong, and you know there's nothing that could have been done to stop it.

In a sense, you're just as much a slave as eren was.