caffinated

  • (VIXX standing around the broken coffee maker)
  • N: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Hongbin: ...I did. I broke it.
  • N: No. No you didn't. Hyuk?
  • Hyuk: Don't look at me. Look at Ravi.
  • Ravi: What?! I didn't break it.
  • Hyuk: Oh that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
  • Ravi: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
  • Hyuk: Suspicious.
  • Ravi: No it's not!
  • Hyuk: If it matters, probably not, but Ken was the last one to use it.
  • Ken: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Hyuk: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Ken: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that Hyuk!
  • Hongbin: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it N.
  • N: No! Who broke it!?
  • Ravi: N... Leos been awfully quiet.
  • Leo: REALLY?!
  • (Everyone starts arguing)
  • N: (being interviewed) I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

INTP: Why does one little muscle decide to contract gently and repeatedly for a while? It feels weird. And every time its a new muscle.

Internet: Well either you’re dying, slow and painful. OR it’s a completely normal thing due to stress, too much caffeine and biology being weird af.

INTP: Ah. So I’m fine then.

Internet: You should probably tell your doctor the next time you see-

INTP: I live off stress and caffeine. I’m fine.

  • Krolock: *walking into Herbert's bedroom without knocking* Herbert! I called for you countless times! Why didn't you answer me? And why are you naked?!?!
  • Herbert: I... have absolutely nothing to wear. My wardrobe is entirely desolate of anything worth my while.
  • Krolock: Nonsense!
  • Krolock: *opens wardrobe*
  • Krolock: Look! Your favorite shirts, a few pairs of breeches, good evening Alfred, this jacket,

I love getting yall interested in these groups oml I’m so happy you’re starting to dig VIXX!!!! grab a snack and sit back baby girl~~~


Meet: VIXX aka concept kings aka the giant group of kpop (they’re all over 6ft asgdhhfjfj)

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

♡  a 6 member group that debuted in 2012 under Jellyfish Entertainment 

♡ they’re very close / are besties with like every group that debuted in 2012, esp BTOB and EXO
♡  like I said in plenty of my other posts, there isn’t a concept they can’t pull off, and they’ve done just about everything you can imagine
♡  at first, they weren’t very close and were kinda awkward around each other but they’re about as close as any group can be and they high key ship each other 


Meet:  N aka mama Hakyeon 

Originally posted by greennocturne

•  leader, oldest, the mom-iest of any group leader tbh he loves and spoils those kids so much 

•  he does this thing where he grabs the back of their necks and scolds them while a smile is plastered on his face
•  Hakyeon comes up with most of their dance routines and if you know vixx at all, you’d be giggling right now if you didn’t know this bc you know what I’m talking about lmao
•  for some reason this man is able to keep a sultry smile on his face during really difficult performances, and still somehow wink and smirk at the camera while doing so
•  he’s an amazing actor btw and has starred / been involved in many dramas since debut
•  he’s so sweet and humble and spoils Starlights so much, one time he even sat with them during one of LR’s performances awwww


Meet:  Leo aka grumpy cat 

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

•  this grumpy giant needs at least 5 caffinated lattes a day to keep him going 

•  is a literal cat and has hissed and growled at the other members when they annoy him and it’s the most amusing and adorable thing ever
•  he writes and composes most of their songs alongside Ravi, who he’s in a subunit with- LR (stands for Leo & Ravi lmao)
•  wants to body slam Hyuk 25/8 bc he’s the one who bothers him the most…….he probably used to but that baby grew up too fast yikes
•  he also does theater on the side and I’ve heard he’s a very talented actor on stage!!!!!
•  voice of an angel tbfh and those high notes will have you soaring 


Meet:  Ken aka aegyo king 

Originally posted by chained-up-taekwoon

•  where do I even start with this fool jfc……..he literally is the most adorable and gentle thing that ever walked this planet 

•  just wants everybody’s attention bc he’s got so much love to give, but also can snap to being annoying and clingy in just .00003 seconds
•  he knows Ravi is in love w/ him and is always showing off and being extra aegyo-y around him
•  listen he’s the main vocal for a reason HIS FKIN VOICE can reach so many high and low notes that it will take your breath away I promise
•  like leo, he also has acted in some plays and those backstage photos of him in costumes kill me tbh who else relates
•  in the hyung line but not really bc he’s the fake maknae since he’s so childish and cute


Meet:  Ravi aka president of the Ken fanclub 

Originally posted by wonshikpls

•  besides being in vixx and LR, be probably low key runs a blog about his love for Ken and why he resembles a puppy 

•  you’d probably think he’s all badass and gangster and swag since he’s the rapper, but he’s just an awkward cabbage tbh 

•  besties w/ Taemin and Kai and they always hang out and brag about it smh
•  publicly stated that he’d date N bc he hates cheaters and thinks N would never cheat bc he’s so reliable wow goals
•  has a younger sister and he’s so protective of her that he didn’t even let his fellow members meet her for years lmfao “I wouldn’t let any of them date my sister, esp not ken”
•  the only soloist of vixx, and he’s released so many BOMB tracks that everyone should go listen to 


Meet:  Hongbin aka why are you always cringing 

Originally posted by hongbin-gifs

•  his talents vary and he could do just about anything tbh, he can rap yet be a vocalist at the same time wow

•  he can’t do aegyo or act cute to save his life, like he’ll visibly cringe and will crawl on the floor like a child before you see him doing any aegyo
•  besties w/ Hyuk and they go to the same uni together, plus the maknae line +Ken is always up to no good
•  yet another talented actor in vixx, and he always plays the cute and sarcastic characters so what’s new
•  obsessed about taking pictures of everything and everyone, actually a hella cool photographer
•  this kid is also obsessed with Park Hyoshin and fanboys about him whenever he gets the chance 


Meet:  Hyuk aka satan himself

Originally posted by kpopappleorchard

•  you ever wonder why most maknaes are evil???? he’s one of the reasons why!!!!!!! is2g do not trust his cuteness 

•  this is vixx’s baby so ofc he grew up spoiled, even now he manhandles his hyungs like they were feathers since he’s so much bigger
•  one time he was supposed to go to Laos for a TV show with vixx but it kept raining so you might actually feel bad for him for once hmmmmmm
•  generally he’s quiet and well-mannered when appearing on variety shows, but yall know that ain’t the truth when an episode of Vixx TV is uploaded
•  one time he dressed as a girl with the rest of Vixx when they pretended to be Wonder Girls and slayed us all tbh
•  can’t act cute either, but somehow the other members can’t stop calling him adorable and pinching his cheeks bc he’s their baby 


💖💖 I hope you’ll love them like I do babe!!! 💖💖

Still not Batman Dave

My youngest daughter- Alice- nearly gets kidnapped by the Hatter. She punches him, Emily and Jake both pepper spray him. All are highfived by Red Hood. #onlyingotham #shutupdave

 Joker was robbing the bank. I punched out one of his goons while Emily tag teamed another with my eldest-Hannah. Jake and Alice jumped another. Joker was laughing so hard at tiny Alice taking down his goon he let us go. Am now being called Batman by all my coworkers. #onlyingotham #shutupdave #notbatman

 Kids are now calling me Batmom after I kicked a mugger in the face. Coworkers have picked up on this. #seriously? #i'mablackbelt

 Batfam has heard the nickname after Lewis and Jenny call me this when I yelled at Harley and Poison Ivy for making me late for Alice’s ballet recital. Am now being called Batmom by Red Hood and Nightwing. #onlyingotham #damnitkids

 Red Robin collpased outside my apartment. Took him inside to check on him. He woke up, told me he’d be fine with more coffee. Lectured him on proper sleep and caffine intake. Batman shows up with Robin. Red Robin calls me ‘Batmom’, leaves with them. Batman does a doubletake. #onlyingotham #batfam

 My kids are now hanging with the Wayne family? Like… Emily actually likes Damian Wayne? I don’t… what? #onlyingotham #littleshitscallmebatmom #NOTBATMAN #shutupdave

Something For You

Hi babes! This is a Peter Parker fluff (that starts out smutty) about the reader trying to uncover Spider-Man’s secret identity after he protects her from some creeps one night while she crushes on Peter at school! I hope you like it!

Something For You

When Peter was in her room, even the air felt different. It felt like a fleecy blanket against her skin, all heavy, warm and at times, suffocating. Whatever pieces of fabric that Peter had yet to tear away from her body, she despised. She wanted to take it all off while his head rested against her clavicle, his hair tickling the crook of her neck while he pressed dulcet kisses across her collarbone.

    When her grip tightened around his hips, Peter would hitch her legs just a bit higher and his T-shirt would be tossed carelessly to the floor. Her favorite noise would forevermore be the creaks of her headboard smacking against her bedroom wall when their movements became even more erratic, and the little whines that left Peter’s throat when she scratched her nails softly down his bare back, and through his hair. The worships he whispered against her bare skin weren’t half bad either.

    The saltiness that came in with Peter when he slipped through her window rubbed into her flesh as their bodies twisted together. Splotches of cherry spilled across the floral expanse of her sheets, but she was too caught up with how low Peter’s kisses were dropping to even think about minding.

    Just as Peter’s kiss dropped to her inner thighs and her head dipped back, with her eyes clamped shut, a blaring alarm blasted through her phone’s speakers, halting her dream right then and there. She could’ve screamed in anguish. It was the third time her dreams of Peter had been interrupted by her alarm.

    Pulling her body from the plush confines of her bed, her shaky legs walked her down the hallway to prepare for the impending school day. Peter would be there, with his messy hair and kind, brown eyes. If she had any hopes of making her dream a reality, she’d better tame the mess atop her head that she called hair.

    As soon as she came back to her room and shut her door, and glanced over to her window, smiling when she’d come across another, not-so-anonymous gift webbed to her window.

    About a month or so ago, the famous Spider-Man had saved her from the gruesome clutches of a few creeps as she was walking home from her friends house. Instead of leaving her on the ground after he’d fought them off, he had curled an arm around her waist and used his webs to help her make it home safely. Ever since then, sometimes he would leave small gifts tacked outside her window.

    This morning, he had pasted a postcard with a photo of Gustav Klimt’s, ‘The Kiss,’ to her window. A smile graced her lips as she retrieved it, turning it over to see if he had left her a note. In the messiest handwriting the girl had ever come across, Spider-Man had scribbled,

You know who I am, smart girl. Think.

    It had been a running joke between the pair. As soon as he had dropped her off and was waiting to ensure that she made it in alright, she had turned on her heel swiftly and claimed that she recognized his voice. She had heard it somewhere before, she was positive, she just couldn’t place it. Now, Spider-Man seemed to tease her about it every chance he got.

    Taping the postcard above her bed, the girl went about her morning, rushing to make sure that she wasn’t late her first period of the day.

    Peter Parker, on the other hand, was more than alright with skipping his first period. On accident, he had dozed off, leaned against her window pane when he went to drop off ‘The Kiss.’ She had merely looked so peaceful, swaddled in her pink bedspread, and Peter craved that level of calm. He’d do anything to replace her pink sheets, to hold her close to him at night for warmth instead.

    Practically falling through his front door, Peter dragged himself up the stairs to his bedroom. He decided that if he slept through his first two periods, he would have time to arrive to school early where he’d run into her in the hallway, and maybe, if he could somehow plunk up the courage, he could walk her to their shared English class.

    Their interactions had been sparse. Peter had held the door for her every chance he got, nodding his head and blushing when she’d thank him, a rosy tint spilling across her cheeks as well. She had helped him gather his papers when Flash had knocked them out of his hands numerous times, once even telling him that he was smart when she had spotted one of his physics test scores.

    Although, the best interaction that they had ever had was when Peter caught her when she tripped on the stairs. It was within days of him getting bit by the spider, and he was hurrying down the steps while she was rushing up. Peter couldn’t even think of how she took such a nasty spill going upstairs, but before she had the chance to hit the floor, she was wrapped up in Peter’s arms, clutching his jacket with her eyes squeezed shut. She was braced for the impact that never came, and instead, she found herself with her cheek pressed into Peter’s chest.

    “Shit, are you alright?” Peter questioned, pulling away to inspect her for any signs of damage. Up close, she was even prettier. She had the love of Aphrodite in her eyes, and when she spoke, not even Tchaikovsky’s music could match the loveliness of her voice.

    “Oh gosh, Peter, M’so sorry! I almost took you down too, I’m so sorry!” One of her hands was placed in front of her mouth, while the other grabbed for his hand. “Thank you so much for not letting me fall, I’m literally a walking disaster waiting to happen.”

    Peter chuckled, shaking his head and moving his fingers to smooth over the back of her hand, “don’t worry about it, couldn’t just let you fall.” They shifted, each preparing to head in towards their differing locations, “just be careful, yeah? Don’t want you getting hurt.”

    She raised her eyebrows, the softness of his laugh reminding her of someone that she couldn’t quite pinpoint, “you’re one to talk,” motioning to his bruises law and bloody lip, “maybe you should be careful too?”

    They smiled at each other one last time before heading to their classrooms, but they lingered in each other’s minds for the rest of the day, week and ongoing months. Bashfulness plagued them both, because they hadn’t had a real conversation since then.

    When Peter finally awoke from his nap and had made his way to school, he tried to wander the hallway slowly, doing his best to seek her out. He doubted that he would have the courage to talk to her, but Peter would’ve settled for walking behind her. Her hair was so shiny that it would glimmer in the light, she smelled like vanilla and honey, and her bum wasn’t half bad to look at either.

    He waited for her until the first late bell rang, and a few moments before the second rang, Peter had been shooed off to class by one of his other teachers. He looked for her once he was seated, thinking it was possible that he’d missed her in the hall, but he couldn’t spot her in class either.

    About twenty minutes into the class, she slipped quietly inside, slinking to the back of the room, a few desks behind Peter. He could hear soft sniffles and trembling breaths. At this point, Peter figured out that she was crying. She was late to class because she was crying.

    It took everything in Peter to not go to her, get down on his knees, and kiss her tears away. He went out to fight bad guys on a daily basis in a city that wouldn’t ever be without crime, but Peter hadn’t ever felt so useless. Peter would’ve done anything to stop her tears. As soon as the class was over, she rushed out before a word between them was shared.

    At lunch, Peter walked past her and her friend’s table and overhead her tearfully explaining how awful a boy she had been tutoring had been to her. Peter decided that Spider-Man would be leaving her a gift that night.

    When the sun finally rose the next morning, the girl awoke to a bouquet of red tulips resting against her windowpane, along with a torn-out book page with a highlighted passage that read, “She had a kind heart, though that is not of much use when it comes to the matter of self-preservation.” The closer she looked at the tulips, she saw that Spider-Man had stuck a folded up note into the flower’s paper. It said,

The bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald.

    Moving the flowers into a vase, she trekked down to her local library to check out the very book.

    Moving through the hallway with his head ducked down, Peter crashed into her the next day at school. She was clutching a copy of ‘The Bookstore’ and a nearly empty coffee cup in her hands and blinked up at him in surprise.

    “Peter,” the girl questioned, holding an arm to his chest to steady him, “you seem sleepier than normal today.” Her eyes widened and she took a desperate sip to finish off her coffee, “not that I’m staring at you, ever, or anything. We just have, you know, classes and stuff together.” She felt blush spreading like wildfire throughout her entire body and she shook her head at herself. Leave it to her to let the boy she liked know that she was not only going to bump into him every other day, but that she was also a complete creep who couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.

    Peter smiled at her, “late night.” He wished that she would go back to nervously rambling, she looked awfully cute doing so. He tapped the cover of the book that rested in her hands, “I like her stuff, she’s very good. How far are you in?”

    “Only the first few chapters, my history exam had me up all night too.” She raised her coffee to her lips once more, taking a slow sip and licking the lid for any caffine that could’ve escaped her body before tossing it into the garbage can.

    She and Peter exchanged goodbyes and went through their separate schedules, both doing their best to create a conversation starter for the next day. Peter, taking full advantage of his secret identity, decided that Spider-Man would pay her a visit later on in the night. She seemed to enjoy the masked superheroes’ company, and Peter pondered that it was better he have her in secret than to not have her at all. He remained oblivious to the fact that at lunchtime, she had decoded bits and pieces of the mystery surrounding Spider-Man.

    It had clicked in her head just as she had sat down at her table and reopened ‘The Bookshop.’ Peter had cuts all over his face, bruises scattered across his body, not to mention he seemed familiar with the book in which Spider-Man had left her a passage from. Beyond that, when the pair had shared an art class, Peter had been so found of Klimt’s painting that he produced his own spin on the artwork. When Peter laughed, it was too eerily familiar to Spider-Man’s for her to let it go. The girl decided that tonight would be the night that she would stay up and wait for him.

    Peter wandered the skies, taking the long way back to where she lived. He’d only visit her after 4 a. m. because one night, Peter had stopped in at 2 in the morning and she was still up and flipping through pages of a novel that he couldn’t identify. When he perched on her windowsill, digging through his backpack to find the sonnet that he was going to web to her window, he found her sitting up in bed, and looking straight at him.

    The girl rushed forward, and motioned for Peter to lean back so she could open her window without nailing him in the face with the corner of her window. “Good morning,” she started, taking the boy she hoped and prayed was Peter Parker and pulling him through her window and into her bedroom. “Ask me who I think you are,” a smile teasing her mouth.

    Peter gulped, but decided to play along. “Who do you think I am?”

    “I think that you’re Peter Parker.” The girl said, leaning up on her tiptoes just as Peter glided his hands across her back to take a firm hold of her waist.

    Before he could over think it, Peter yanked off his mask, meeting her gaze full on, “I’m not sure you’re right, miss.” She knew and she didn’t seem disappointed, in fact, she seemed to be angling her lips towards his own, so Peter felt that it would be okay to tease her. He couldn’t get his brain to form anything other than a sarcastic sentence so he figured that he should just go with it.

    “You were looking for something,” she asked him, so close now that Peter could feel the heat of her breath on his jawline.

‘Shy love, I think of you

As the morning air brushes the window pane,

And how much time of all it takes to know

The movement of your arm, the steps you take,

The curves along your head, your ears, your hair.

For all of this, each hand, each finger,

Each lip, each breath, each sigh,

Each word and sound of voice of tongue,

I would require an age to contemplate.

But for your heart, your mind, you thoughts, all these,

To love them all I need at least five centuries.’

    “I do love Shakespeare,” the girl breathed before Peter crashed his lips down upon her own.


funnyfoxes55  asked:

Caffine i sometimes have problems with making a plot. I know Point A and Point B and the path to those points. But i have no idea how to 'pad' it so its not just this super short plotline thing. Any ideas on how to make it long but keep it interesting enough? I realize that tpo much of violence or happiness can make things boring

I understand! Sometimes I end up putting too many “plot points” in a story because I move to them too fast! Here are some ideas to pad your work:

1) Dialogue. All of the dialogue. It’s really easy to tell your readers that the heroes took a road all the way to the castle to liberate their friend. That’s a sentence or maybe a few paragraphs if you’re particularly good at scene description! Instead, try putting some second thoughts or introspections in! For example, instead of:

The heroes took to the eastern road at sunrise. The dirt quickly heated under their feet as they walked, but they did not let it deter them. On and on they walked, well into nightfall. By dawn the next day, the castle was in sight.

try:

“Are we there yet?”

“Jesus, my sandals are way too thin.”

“How are we supposed to kick the King’s ass if we have blisters on our feet?”

“Aren’t you a healer? Shouldn’t you have aloe?”

“Aloe soothes, it doesn’t heal, you complete–”

“You know, I probably should have mentioned sooner, but I’m having second thought about taking the East Road.”

“Well, that’s too late. We’re on it.”

“We all agreed on it at the tavern.”

“Yes, but the threat of trolls wasn’t quite so imminent then.”

“Trolls?!”

They’re still going from A to B, but they’re exploring the world a bit more as they go!

2) Flashback. Flashback the hell out of it. No matter how much detail you put into your work, no matter how early you start in your character’s life, there’s always a defining moment you haven’t touched on. It adds depth to their interactions with others and also gives them more character development.

Narion walks silently behind his bickering traveling companions. His own footwear seems to be holding up to the heat of the road just fine, but the strap of his pack is fraying and will need to be fixed soon. The others’ have new packs, leather with metal hardware and he’s envious. He shoves the emotion away. Envy doesn’t help him do what he must.

He remembers being a little boy, sweat dotting his brow and shoulder aching (much as they are now) from the weight of the sickle he’d been using to cut wheat. He remembers watching as the King’s men arrived and kicked his family’s door down.

He’d been small then, too small to be working in the fields as he was, but he was fast. He’d darted over the cut wheat so fast that the wind whistled in his ears.

He was still too late.

Now, Narion hopes that they won’t be too late. He wants to move faster, wants to tell them to stop arguing, to save their breath, but he knows better. Move faster and they run the risk of burning out. All he can do is keep up as his pack falls apart and pray.

3) Touch base with the rest of the world. Sometimes in our big adventure stories we forget that a whole other world exists. And sometimes that whole other world has people who don’t necessarily approve of the heroes’ way of doing things.

They stop at an inn for the night. Despite earlier fears, none of their feet are burned, and it’s with lighter hearts that they head for the bar.

Their hearts aren’t light for long.

“Try our ale,” the barkeep says, already filling three glasses. “Best ale in the kingdom, King said so himself.”

“Does he,” Syanaes says lightly. She pushes the glass away from her. “I don’t drink.”

The barkeep swells. “If it’s good enough for the King, it’s good enough for the likes of you!”

Narion feels his skin crawl. “Does he come here often?”

“I’m blessed to say that he’s been here twice,” the barkeep says. “Always with a full purse though he doesn’t leave that way!”

The barkeep laughs but Narion feels sick. If the barkeep is telling the truth, this might be the only town in the kingdom that’s made prosperous rather than made poorer.

“They’ll hate us here,” Eadran hisses in his ear. 


Those are the three main ways that I pad my stories! Hope this helps :)

If at first you dont succeed then say fuck it and get a coffee

Graphics class

I want to be light

I want to be a person who wonders through conversations and lives igniting excitement and leaving brighter eyes in their wake.

I wish my energy could seep into other’s days acting like a lightly caffinated drink to those around me.

I know it’s possible, I’ve seen it.

I’ve seen people who make you think of the sun if it could dance and fire if it were touchable.

I don’t want to be someone who spreads darkness like I’m walking through on old house turning all the lights off as I go.

I want to shine. I hope I shine.

—  Dottie James, the light in a dark room
Lucian Cruisin'

Traveling with the chocobabes


  • Noctis falls out of the car because he decided to sit on the back. You can see Ignis wondering to himself if he should slow down or just keep going
  • Gladio sneezes while you’re asleep in the Regalia. You wake up, panicked, because you think you’re under attack
  • “I could eat a horse,” a man says as you walk into a Crow’s Nest. You realize he is sitting in the booth alone. You lock eyes. He doesn’t look away.
  • Gladio makes you, Prompto, and Noctis hold hands when you guys are in a crowded place so that you don’t get lost or kidnapped again. Ignis affectionately calls it the “Baby Chain”
  • Deepthroat by CupcakKe comes on in the Regalia while Noctis has the AUX cord. He rushes to change the song, but you hold his phone away from him. The Regalia is silent as you all silently judge him.
  • There is a 90% chance that when you walk into the tent, one of the boys will be in the middle of changing. You’re learning more about them than you ever wanted to know. 
  • A baby chocobo has imprinted on Ignis. He tries to lecture you all later that night, but you can’t take him seriously with the baby bird jumping up and down, begging for attention
  • You keep running out of shampoo and conditioner. You think nothing of it until Gladio walks by and you get a whiff of coconut and vanilla. No wonder his hair is so shiny
  • Prompto and Noctis keep stealing your clothes. You try to retaliate by stealing their clothes, but they don’t care. You accept that this is something you have to deal with
  • You’ve run out of Ebony. You’ve run out of off-brand coffee. You’ve even run out of caffinated teas. Ignis is vibrating. His hair is messy, his shirt wrinkled, his eye twitching. For once, you feel more comfortable with Noctis driving
  • Playfully, one of you ask Ignis who his favorite is. With a straight face he says, “I would sell any one of you for a single corn chip.” You know he’s joking, but Noctis’s pout and Gladio’s offended expression make you and Prompto lose it every time