coffee brain

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GRIMM | 5.03

I’d never seen a Grimm before.

Psychotherapy works by going deep into the brain and its neurons and changing their structure by turning on the right genes. Psychiatrist Dr. Susan Vaughan has argued that the talking cure works by ‘talking to neurons,’ and that an effective psychotherapist or psychoanalyst is a 'microsurgeon of the mind’ who helps patients make needed alterations in neuronal networks.
—  Norman Doidge, author of The Brain That Changes Itself

Promnis AU: Psycho pass
↳ In a futuristic world where criminal intent is analyzed by the Sybil System, a new top of the class recruit, Prompto Argentum, joins the police force in hopes to bring justice to the world but also starts to fall in love with enforcer, Ignis Stupeo Scientia.

long ago, my sleep schedule was actually a schedule

but everything changed when the college homework attacked

only the nap, master of sleep and rejuvenation could stop it

but when my brain needed it the most, it vanished

100 hours later and me and my brain discovered a new coping mechanism

a beverage named coffee

and although there's very little time before the last cup wears off,

i believe coffee can save my sanity

  • Stiles, pulling into the drive-thru: Hi, I’d like my coffee like you.
  • Derek: *eyebrows competing with each other in an Olympic battle*
  • Stiles, grinning: Tall, bitter, with a shot of sugar and too hot to handle
  • Stiles: *winks*
  • Derek: *pouring coffee with added glare & slight smirk* That'll be $5,167,320
  • Stiles: ...WHAT?!
  • Derek, passing the cup through the window: That's my number, dumbass.
  • Stiles: Best. Coffee. EVER!
Three in the AM’s

Overview: Not all of us are morning people.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 984

Warnings: morning grumpiness and murderous thoughts + one swear word

A/N: This was written for @ravengirl94‘s 1.5K Challenge. Congrats on all of your lovely followers, my dear. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch & @hannahindie for reading my late night ramblings and laughing alongside me ;) My prompt was: Did you just…hiss at me?


Coffee. Mug. Hands. Now.

My brain sent foggy, yet firm directions to my feet as I practically slid out of my bed like a slinky with one too many kinks. If I’d had the energy, I would have groaned. But the four words my brain had given me was the only thing I could focus on, and they played like a steady drumbeat with each slow shuffle of my fuzzy socked feet down the long hall to the kitchen.

My deadweight of a hand flipped the light switch on instinct as I plodded in.

Mistake! MISTAKE! Abort! Mayday!

I practically threw the upper half of my body against the wall until some part of me connected with the small switch and my eyes were saved from being burned out by the blinding fluorescent beams of death. In the blessed dark once more, I navigated by memory to the cupboard and groggily fumbled with the bag of coffee and my favorite mug, setting them both on the counter and pausing for a few long seconds trying to remember what to do next.

Coffee filter. Water. Scoop. Brew. Pour.

I gently patted my forehead in thanks and set my mind to autopilot to complete the mundane tasks. A few minutes later I was settled down at the kitchen table with my hot mug of coffee while I internally cursed both of the Winchester brothers.

Oh, let’s leave for the hunt by sunrise. Oh, let’s actually leave a couple of hours before sunrise. Oh, because we need to avoid the cops thanks to Dean’s last “incident.” Oh, don’t be late, Y/N. Oh, could you make us coffee since it’s your turn, Y/N?

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