look at all that coffee

i draw joseph and caesar casually a lot when i’m bored 

howbout some au headcanons of Viktor as a famous stage actor-turned-director and Yuuri as an aspiring actor

  • Viktor was totally a child star and is still known for the roles he played back then, some even more so than the recent roles he’s played
  • As a child he played roles in broadway musicals but as an adult he’s mostly really been in plays
  • at 27 he has played countless roles on stage and has so many tonys for them people have lost count
  • Viktor hasn’t told anyone but he really wants to direct something, take a break from acting
  • Yuuri and his best bud Phichit have been aspiring actors since their early teens
  • They often audition for the same thing and never fail to support each other even if one got a role that the other wanted really badly
  • Yuuri’s inspiration for acting is Viktor Nikiforov of course, and Minako has been his voice teacher since he was a boy
  • Unlike Viktor, Yuuri and Phichit are musical theater actors. Yuuri’s voice is a little fuller than Phichits, having had more classical training, but Phichit’s voice has its own appeal of course
  • On a day they let Viktor’s understudy go on for him, Viktor finds himself at an off-broadway theater, buys a ticket to the show, and it seems to be a show that has been growing a bit of a name already
  • It’s during this show that he discovers Yuuri, a gorgeous Japanese actor with a rich, lovely voice, but Viktor is disappointed because Yuuri’s not playing a lead or major role or anything
  • Even then, Viktor is absolutely captivated, he thinks Yuuri’s a better actor than anyone there onstage
  • And Viktor confronts Yuuri right after the show and blurts out “I wanna direct a musical with you as the lead role” and Yuuri is so surprised because it’s VIKTOR NIKIFOROV but also tries to be professional so he asks what the musical is about and 
  • Viktor: “idon’tknowitcanbeaboutanythingijustwantyouinit”
  • Phichit, of course, gets a pic of Yuuri’s beet-red face and answers for Yuuri, saying “sure, just as long as I get a part too”
  • And Viktor just says DONE and well
  • Viktor doesn’t realize at that moment that making a musical takes years, and he’s not as well-versed in musicals himself, but he knows, he KNOWS he is willing to put in the time, effort, research, anything, to make Yuuri shine in the lead role he fully deserves
Batfam as things my coworkers have said
  • Bruce, overheard on the phone as he's leaving WE: Wait, your brother is at work? (...) Oh thank god, that means I can sleep when I get home.
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  • Dick, giving Duke a tour of the Batcave: I'm sure you'll fit in just fine. Everyone's really nice here. Except for Jason.
  • Jason, from across the cave: That's messed up!
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  • Stephanie: *sees Cass's hand is bandaged up* Oh my god, are you okay?
  • Cass: Yeah, I just stabbed myself. It's fine.
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  • Tim: What, you think that because you're bootylicious, you can do whatever you want?
  • Jason, nodding: Yeah, pretty much.
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  • Damian: Alfred knows everything, he just pretends that he doesn't.
  • Alfred: Well, somebody needs to know something around here.
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  • Stephanie, inspecting Tim's under-eye circles: You need some makeup, fam. That shit is unsettling.
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  • Dick, to Roy: I hereby name you an official member of the family!
  • Jason: It's a trap, dude. You don't wanna be part of this family.
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  • Tim: Has anyone seen my coffee?
  • All: No.
  • Tim: Looks like it sucks to be Steph today. *picks up Stephanie's coffee and walks away*
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  • Duke: You've gotta be crazy to work here.
  • Jason: You don't HAVE to be crazy. We can always train you.
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  • WE Employee: *walks into Bruce's office to hear a loud alarm coming from his computer while Bruce fills out paperwork, seemingly unperturbed*
  • WE Employee: How can you just sit there and listen to that?
  • Bruce: Do you have any idea how many kids I have?
7 Study Moods

So you wanna study, but somehow the mood just isn’t right. Maybe try these? Pick your favorite, or do one each day of the week!

  • The Classy: Green tea, classical string quartets, reading articles in a park.
    • Great for when you need to read 120 pages of something. It’s way nicer to read when you’re in a nice place!
  • The Hipster: Coffee, jazz, writing summaries of the material in a coffee shop.
    • You’ll look very cosmopolitan, with all your notes in front of you. Make sure your summaries are coherent though, and you’re not too busy looking great to study well.
  • The Grad Student: Wine/sparkling cider, Adele, writing papers, curled up in blankets in bed.
    • Papers are easiest for me to write when I’m comfortable. If I feel a little fancy at the same time, so much the better.
  • The Focuser: Cold water, nature sounds, taking practice tests in a sunlight place.
    • The best way to study for a test is to take a test. The best way to kill test-anxiety is to take a practice test and feel calm while you do it. This is a great way to feel calm and prepared when you do a practice test, and that leads to a better actual test.
  • The Party-er: Energy drink, dubstep, drilling flashcards on the floor.
    • Flashcards for me are a speed thing. If I’m drilling them, my goal is to know those definitions as fast as possible. Caffeine and fast music raise my heart rate, and sitting on the floor gives me room to spread out the cards however I need to.
  • The Morning Person: Orange juice, early American hymns, transcribing notes at your desk.
    • Not necessarily done during the morning! Orange juice helps keep you alert without making you open to distraction, and old American hymns just make me feel happy, so putting them together helps make transcribing a better time.
  • The Finals Prepper: Black tea, folk music, interleaving any/all of the above, at the library.
    • This can be done whenever, and is especially useful for just keeping yourself up to speed.

Don’t worry about doing any of these exactly, these are just moods! Mix and match parts of them, make your own, whatever. I’d recommend choosing one or two moods that work really well for you and then doing them consistently, just to really get in the habit.

Good luck!

Seven more study moods

(s)EVEN MORE STUDY MOODS

Fire & Desire | 2

“Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”

pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: smut, fuckboy!au
wordcount: 11k

part one | two

**warnings: a lot of smut, cumplay, dom!Jin, light edging, filming of sexual acts

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HDHDJD,RNN Why is this boy so attractive help.

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It must be the coffee. (submitted by @xxrosethornexx)

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GRIMM | 6.11

Adalind warns Diana before she woges.

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Yep. Yep I needed to post these.
Paramedic/Hospital!au of my darlings from my last post. Like I said, I’ve been watching too much ER and Sirens and any other show similar.
Miroku and InuYasha work as paramedics, Sango works closely with them as a cop (while simultaneously fighting off Miroku’s advances and coffee breaks), and Kagome works as a nurse in one of the main hospitals that they transport patients to (and gets all cute and cuddly with a half demon paramedic when she isn’t busy saving lives in the emergency room.)
Enjoy!

Tim Drake dealing with a hacker

•For a while now Tim has been spending his whole day on the computer.

•With less than 2 hours of sleep and about seven cups of coffee he was NOT a happy person.

•The reason behind this was the hacker that supposedly found all of their identities.

•It happened last week when a strange message popped up.

•"Who would’ve thought the Wayne’s would be the Batfamily!? - :-)“

•All that Tim knew was that whoever was the hacker didn’t reveal their identities.

•But that didn’t mean that they’re going to keep it secret forever.

•So at random times of the day messages would appear with a picture of another superhero that was revealed.

•"Do you talk to the Kent’s much because I got to say their undercover thing kind of sucks. - :-)”

•And just like that Clark Kent’s family was all found out.

•Now he didn’t want to call this in as a league issue because the signal of the computer was coming from Gotham.

•He could handle this by himself, he just needed to break through your complex coding for him to message back.

•So after a week of intense computer devotion he managed to message back.

•"I hate you so much"

•Was the first thing he said to the hacker.

•"Ouch! I was so proud that you broke through my coding and you said that you hated me?“

•"I spent a whole week on that single code… the password was my name. How insulting.”

•"Insulting? I could have major feelings towards you.“

•"Well I hope you don’t.”

•"Man, it must be all the coffee. Seven cups right? You look dead tired"

•Tim froze, did you had access to the cameras?

•"Why are you doing this?“

•"Hmmm. Just wanted to test my skills, Batman has the best security in the hacker world.”

•"We will find you and put you to jail.“

•"Cool! But here’s a map of where the Joker’s weapons are at, he’s not too good at hiding his footsteps on cyberspacee”

•"How do I know if this is legitimate.“

•"Because I’m trying to make you not follow my tracks, gotta throw someone under the bus. See you soon - :-)”

•Tim later checked the place and turns out you weren’t lying, Joker’s stuff was there.

•And oddly you would randomly give locations on where the next villains area would be.

•It took a while for Tim to actually appreciate your help.

•Batman and the others saw you as a bit of a helper to go to when they were in a fix.

•So after a couple weeks of good leads Tim thought he should thank you.

•You never gave a name or even a code name. All he knew was that you were in Gotham.“

•"Hey, The team wants to thank you on the help that you have been giving us these last few weeks.”

•"It’s nothing, the bad guys just suck hiding themselves online.“

•"We could employ you to work for us.”

•"A mask and a cape? I’ll pass, my major doesn’t allow me for nightlife crime fighting.“

•"You go to college?”

•"Nah, I’m a basement dweller…. Yeah Tim I have a life just like you.“

•After that Tim searched up the colleges around Gotham and got a list of the top students in the software engineering field.

•He had a plan and was going to find out who you really are.

•Under the Wayne’s company name he held a major software engineering and coding competition.

•Winner would get a top job at Wayne enterprises.

•The night of the competition he got a message.

•"A competition really? You know that I will win.”

•"That’s the point.“

•"Don’t favor! If you wanted to know who I was you could’ve just asked.”

•"I think I tried that already.“

•"Oh yeah huh, we’ll see ya tomorrow.”

•It was no surprise that the winner of this competition won within an hour.

•When Tim got up to see who you really were he was shocked.

•You were cute.

•And that was bad.

•You were cute and smart.

•Shit.

•He gave a nervous gulp as he went up to shake your hand.

•"Why do you look so nervous Red?“ You jokingly whispered into his ear.

•"You… look… not what a worldwide hacker usually looks like.”

•You cocked an eyebrow.

•"What does that mean?“

•"It means that Tim thinks your hot.”

•Dick appeared behind him and shook your hand.

•"Thanks for all the help.“ Dick said with a smile.

•Dick gave Tim a pat on the back and slightly pushed him towards you.

•"Sooo does the winner get a kiss from the famous Drake?”

•"What? No…. at least not here.“

I am ashamed of how long it took me to realize that Ryuji makes crossbones whenever he summons his Persona.

How to Make Coffee - a guide by Tim Drake

*Warning: Do not drink unless you don’t mind accumulating major medical issues and probably brain damage. When drinking this coffee, use caution, and pray it does not burn through your esophagus and devour you from the inside out. Do not drink if you are younger than 15 years old, have any health problems (besides no spleen. I don’t have one and I drink this anyway so it should be fine, but if you’re a normal person with no spleen then I wouldn’t recommend this, just in case), take medication, are pregnant, have a low caffeine tolerance, are not a hardened vigilante, know Alfred and might tell him about this semi-fatal cup of coffee I drink regularly, or wish to live a long life* 

*Side effects include: Either a good caffeine boost for the day or a coma. There is no in between. 


Ingredients

• Extremely strong Death Wish coffee grounds 

• Redbull 

• Splenda 

• A few flakes of salt (to ensure you’re bitter enough to face the world) 

• Tequila 

• Three drops of hot sauce (to strengthen your pain tolerance) 

• A few caffeine tablets (for maximum caffeination) 

• Love 

Directions

• Make a pot of coffee with the grounds and Redbull instead of water 

• Pour into a large mug (for best results, invest in a giant mug that fits multiple cups of coffee to enhance the experience) 

• Take everything else and mix it all in until the coffee looks just a little poisonous (I assure you it’s not as deadly as it looks. I drink this twice a day and I turned out alright) 

• **Do not add milk (this coffee must be black as your soul)** 

• Try not to die 

Something I’ve noticed is that when Ignis drives the car is very active and lively where as when Noctis drives everyone is still and not very talkitive which makes me believe Noctis doesn’t have too much experience driving so everyone is calm so he can focus

“So you and Jack, huh?”
“Yeah”
“That’s awesome Bits”
“Thanks Lardo. You have no idea how good it feels to finally tell someone.”
“I bet!”
“We would have told you sooner–”
“Bitty, my dude, don’t worry. I get it. I’m just so happy for you and Jack.”
“You’re the best you know?”
“Yeah, I know 😌”

wednesdays at three thirty

a late bday fic for @jamesandlilyaredead​ <3 (9445 words, read on ao3)

Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).

“One frozen mocha to go!”

It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.

It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.

“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks. 

He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.

He can see.

Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see

Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.

He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.

Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.

A soulmate.

James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.

He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.

“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.

Who?

He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.

The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.

Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?

There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.

And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour. 

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if youre up for AUs, a friend and i came up with this: college AU where Taako and his buds (Merle and Magnus) decide to play with a ouija board and accidentally summon Kravitz who Taako inevitably falls in love with

It’s a dark and stormy night, which is precisely what Taako doesn’t need.

There are, he’s decided, one too many puddles in this parking lot worthy of Great Lake status. He’s forced to wade through one just getting to the curb, which soaks his wedges through and kicks up rainwater in his wake. Just as he makes it to the safety of the building’s overhang, lightning splits the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. Taako yanks his hat over his head, which really doesn’t do anything because, like him, it’s thoroughly waterlogged, and leans on the buzzer.

A familiar voice crackles through the speakers. “Burnsides!”

“It’s fuckin’ negative three and pouring!” he shouts. “Lemme in!”

“Geez, okay, comin’ right up!”

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