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the-coffee-fandom · 2 months
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Siblings Be Like
Tim: *squirts ketchup onto hotdog*
Tim: *presents to Jason*
Tim: Here you go, E for ‘idiot’
Jason: *blinks*
Richard: Tim buddy….
Pt 11
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Cover by @the-coffee-fandom
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Watered Down Lungs
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Rating: Teen
Pairing: Tim x Marinette
Summary:
Captain Timothy Drake considers him an experienced leader and sailor, but even he can tell the storm coming is going to wreck some things and he hopes his crew can make it through this one.
Timari Day 10: Mythical
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joytri · 10 days
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they're eyes are full of hope, just like you
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thevoidstaredback · 25 days
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Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant
Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.
So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.
Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.
Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.
At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.
Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.
Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.
The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.
The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)
Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!
Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!
"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.
Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."
"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."
"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."
"Excuse me?"
"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.
"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."
"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?
"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.
"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."
"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"
Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."
"Excuses."
"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."
"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."
"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."
"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."
"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."
Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.
The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.
Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."
Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."
Part 2
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bebx · 1 year
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Reblog after voting for bigger sample size is highly appreciated :)
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vbecker10 · 7 days
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Coffee Coffee Coffee
Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)
Summary: Your over protective boyfriend, Loki, finds out you haven't eaten anything today and he's not happy about it but in your defense, you did have coffee.
A/N: I didn't even have coffee today so it's weird that this is in my brain lol... enjoy 💚
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A series of knocks pulls your attention from the email you are typing and you check the clock in the corner of the screen. There's only one person who could be looking for you this late, the rest of your team went home a little over an hour ago.
You rub your eyes and get up from your desk, "Come in, Loki."
The door opens and the God of Mischief enters, "Hello darling." He meets you in the middle of your office and pulls you into a tight hug.
You reach up and kiss his lips lightly, pulling away much too soon for Loki's liking. He smirks, "Well now that won't do."
"No?" you ask with a smile.
He shakes his head no. You reach up again and as he leans to me you, you change direction slightly so you kiss his cheek. A giggle escapes you as Loki's hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush against his body. His left hand raises to your cheek and he tilts your head up gently, then he presses his lips firmly to yours. His hand grips your hip tighter and you give into his kiss.
"I'm still working," you tell him breathlessly when your lips finally leave his.
"You work too hard," he tells you as he lets go of you.
He walks towards one of the empty chairs facing you desk and takes a seat. You move past him to sit behind you desk but he gently catches your wrist. Pulling lightly, he brings you towards him and lifts you onto his lap so you are facing him.
"I missed you today," he tells you in a low voice, his hands settle on your lower back.
"I missed you too, I'm sorry I had to cancel our lunch. Today has been awful," you wave towards your desk which is stacked high with files.
"Will you be much longer?" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.
You shrug, "Hopefully only another hour. I just need to finish-". Your stomach rumbles, cutting into your sentence and you cringe when you can see in his eyes that he heard it.
"Did you eat anything today?" he asks in response to the sound.
"I had coffee," you answer quickly and immediately know that was the wrong answer.
His fingers drum rhythmically on your hip and he asks, "Did you at least drink any water?"
"Yea a little," you nod but he raises his eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, there's water in coffee."
He groans, his hand raising to cover his eyes. You hold back a giggle, knowing it won't help your situation. "Why are you like this?" he asks in a half joking tone.
You smile wide and shrug, "I like coffee."
"I can see that darling," he says, shaking his head lightly to hide a smile. "Dare I ask how many cups you've had today?"
You pretend to think for a moment then begin to count on your fingers, "One, two, three, four, five-"
"Y/N," he stops you.
"Only two," you answer.
"Are you sure?" he asks in a tone that means he clearly does not believe you.
You look away from his gaze but he touches your chin and guides your eyes back to his. "Four... but they were hours apart," you tell him honestly.
He shakes his head, "Love, you can't survive on coffee alone."
"That's literally how I made it through college," you inform him and cross your arms against your chest.
Without another word, he lifts you off his lap and sets you down so he can get up. "What-" you start to ask but he takes your hand and begins to move towards the door. "Where are we going? I still have work to do," you tell him.
"We're going to get dinner," he says as he opens the door.
You suddenly realize how hungry you are and follow him out into the hallway. "Ooh, can we get dessert too?" you ask with a smile.
He nods, "Of course, darling."
"And coffee?" you ask half joking.
"I think you've had enough coffee for the week," he answers as he pushes the button for the elevator.
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softiedingo · 6 months
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men with dimples will always be my type 🗣
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snixkers · 1 month
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Pen on Paper
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Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN!Reader
Fluff
Content Warnings: None, literal pure fluff
Summary: You and your boyfriend have a study date in a coffee shop, but your methods differ.
Author's Note: My inbox has tumbleweeds blowing through it atm, so I'm digging this out of my drafts!
Feedback is always welcome!
Requests are OPEN
I quickly gathered up my laptop and textbooks when I checked the time, checking my appearance in the mirror as I made my way to my car. The Civic was ancient, but it still got me where I needed to be. Unfortunately, my boyfriend did not share the same sentiment, preferring to use public transportation.
I rolled my eyes at the thought of a germaphobe so adverse to driving he’d get on a train with complete strangers, but I decided to let it go. After all, he was the one who had offered to take me out on a study date. As a grad student, I would take any opportunity to get ahead. Who better than a man with an eidetic memory and 3 PhDs?
Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I weaved through the streets of downtown DC to meet him where he had requested, a small local cafe that was able to satiate his sweet tooth. I parked and hopped out of my car, materials in hand for a long night of memorization.
He smiled when he saw me, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly as he opened the door.
Despite his awkward behavior, manners were not lost on him. We entered the shop hand in hand, scanning over the menu (although he got through it much faster) and stepping up to order. He got a black coffee with 6 teaspoons of sugar, and I decided on something a little less nauseating.
We chose a booth in the back corner, somewhere we could have some privacy in our own little academic bubble. I set my bags on the floor beside me, taking a sip of my drink and pulling out my laptop. I noticed the wrinkle of his nose, smirking as I realized he was likely judging me.
“What?”
He shook his head innocently, pulling out some papers for his own work at the BAU.
“Nothing, I just think you’d do better with physical materials.”
You smiled, picking up his pen and clicking it a couple of times.
“We don’t all work at lightning speed.”
He bit his lip, and I could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he plucked a new fact from the depths of his memory.
“Actually, although it’s faster to type, writing allows you to tap into tactile information recall.”
You snorted in acknowledgement. Of course he had something to back his opinions up with.
As any genius would.
“You’d use a typewriter if you could.”
He pulled out some files, looking them over.
“I have one at my apartment, but I ran out of ink a while ago.”
You just sighed, conceding defeat and moving back to your work, typing rapidly as you worked on your essay. He sat across from you, doing the same thing with his notes, although he occasionally switched his papers to shield you from anything too messy.
He thought of everything.
After a while, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and a note dropped onto your keyboard. You unfolded it, reading the messy chicken scratch.
‘You can’t pass notes on a laptop.’
You narrowed your eyes, stealing his pen to come up with a response.
‘it’s called an email’
He shook his head, his hand flying across the paper before he held it out for you.
‘Emails can always be tracked. Notes have to be destroyed.’
You smiled softly at the sentiment, slipping the note into your pocket before turning back to your work.
“You’re distracting me.”
He sighed, returning to his seat and fiddling with his pen.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?”
You nodded, determined to make this paper your own. But after a few minutes of typing, the rhythmic tapping was dragging your eyelids down. The words were sliding off the page, and the backlight did nothing for your eyestrain. After you failed to stifle a yawn, he looked back up at you with a look that screamed ‘I told you so’.
“Come on, it’s late. You can’t perform as well academically if you stay up all night to finish it.”
You tried to protest, but your own body betrayed you with another yawn. With your acceptance, he gathered up your things and stored them neatly in your bag.
You were half asleep as you left the cafe, but you pretended not to notice as he slipped a notebook and his pen into the tote for future study dates.
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dwcmarshalarts · 4 months
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Wake up to Rocky’s in your cup this Christmas 😳
(Yes, Rocky’s Roastery is a real, furry-run coffee supplier 😤)
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risibledeer · 12 days
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so you know that feeling when your parents go through your procreate randomly so you don't have time to hide any questionable stuff and its full of fanart of these minecraft youtubers and animes and particularly this one guy who your account is practically a fanpage for, and they look at you weirdly because they have seen a lotta artwork which totally makes sense with context of the videos but seems completely out of left field without it, for example why is there a fish guy holding a book, what is all this blood for, why is there a giant fish lady next to a small ugly guy which you have captioned fish frickers, snails??? plus purple haired guy eating - what is that? what's a coffee jelly? and is that a blond guy in a maid dress? what is the dog-guy doing eating icecream with a blond guy? also why are there references to neck kisses? and also should i be worried about the concerning amount of times you've drawn this one guy in this one single piece of fanart (27 times btw lol) and wow your art is actually kinda good and i didn't know cause the last time you showed me your art was of your underdeveloped oc and bnha which was a year and a half ago. plus if that wasn't weird enough you've got artwork you uploaded to your tumblr signed with your username which you have not told your parents about so now you're worried they're gonna search up your tumblr and maybe see more of the said fanart and even worse your captions but also what have they seen already because i didn't turn of the layers on all my sketches so there's some wild shit on there and also cuss words (yes ik frickers is not exactly the worst cuss word out there, but it is in this economy) and your mom saw you doing your homework on your computer and was like oh are you fanboying again which like wth where did that come from but also mom i've seen some questionable shit on your phone and your dad who isn't exactly familiar with gayish stuff because we're from a pretty conservative country is like oh yeah homophobia bad all of a sudden in the middle of a random conversation about genetics of all things and geezus did i just solve homophobia and also apparently fishphobia in my family with fanart of anime people kissing and minecraft?
*deep breath* yeah....i dunno that feeling either........
draw fanart of anime and minecraft and change the world everybody, one maid dress and fish-person at a time. i love my parents lol
ps i might delete this soon lol
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dps is such an autumn/winter staple, but it always breaks my heart that neil perry never got to see the spring.
neil died when it was dark and the trees were bare and the cold raged outside his window and he never got to see the sun rise or the flowers bud. early spring is when the world itself begins to hope, ease into the gentleness it deserves. it breaks me that neil perry never got to see that.
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the-coffee-fandom · 10 months
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Siblings Be Like
Jason: *holds door open*
Dick: Why thank you. You’re the most gentlemanly gentleman I ever have had the pleasure to gentleman
Jason: I don’t gentle no man
Roy from afar: Can concur
Pt 4
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Cover by @the-coffee-fandom
Read @velveteenshadow’s fic:
We Didn’t Start The Dumpster Fire
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Rating: General
Pairing: Tim x Marinette
Summary:
Marinette leaves her boyfriend unattended for five minutes. She should know better than to leave him and the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar and not expect something to go wrong. Or... ya know, up in flames.
When life gives you a magical, mythical dumpster fire, make s'mores and sausages. (Maybe start planning a new wave in a prank turf war too)
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joytri · 8 months
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the history of magic
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kottekonst · 1 month
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Part 8 of my sharing Whovian coffee paintings 😊
We have reached the 12th Doctor, depicted in a familiar pose. Someone at a convention had the excellent idea to buy a print and put it in their home library 😂
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Painted with instant coffee on smooth, heavyweight paper.
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I especially enjoyed this WIP-snapshot when he was looking very demonic 😂
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the antichrist's wellness influencer era
HELLO, SINNERS, welcome to my youtube channel, I'm Adam, the Antichrist, Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of this World, father of lies, Spawn of Satan, Lord of Darkness.
Today I want to talk to you about the law of attraction, a trend that's been circulating in the self-improvement community recently. And hey, I'm all about the law of attracting! TODAY WE'RE MANIFESTING OUR BEST, MOST SINFUL LIVES.
Now I know some of you are skeptical. Manifestation? What kind of nonsense is that, it's not for us Satanical sinners! Well, I'm here to tell you that is ABSOLUTELY IS. NOT JUST MANIFESTATION, BUT ITS SINFUL BROTHER, DELUSIONS.
LET ME SHARE A REAL LIFE STORY.
I HAVE USED MANIFESTATION MYSELF. IN FACT, I USED IT AT THE EARLY AGE OF ELEVEN. I USED IT TO REVERSE THE APOCALYPSE! Not only that, I delusioned my way out of my bloodline of darkness, made myself related to my adoptive family, created duck aliens, possessed my friends and defied heaven and hell!
SO YOU SEE, YOUR DELUSIONS CAN NOT ONLY MANIFEST YOUR FUTURE, BUT ALSO REWRITE YOUR PAST. BE DELULU. IT WORKS.
Of course, I then reclaimed my Antichrist identity for this Youtube channel, because my good friend Pepper said I needed to stick it to the patriarchy and shake the status quo of the current self-improvement clime. She then said this is not what she meant by that, but HEY! THE LESSON IS, DON'T FOLLOW THE PACK, CARVE YOUR OWN PATH, EVEN IF IT'S A STUPIDER ONE!
MY GOOD FRIEND CROWLEY ALSO MANIFESTED HIS WAY THROUGH THE DREAD SIGIL ODEGRA, DRIVING HIS CAR INTO FLAMES AND EMERGING THE OTHER SIDE.
ALL BECAUSE HE WAS ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY DELULU!
I TURNED THE HELLHOUND INTO MY LIL DOG NAMED DOG, AGAIN THROUGH SHEER DELULU!
THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY, SINNERS. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF DELULU.
AS USUAL, MAKE SURE YOU GET YOUR DAILY MINIMUM OF THREE OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS. I'M GOING WITH SLOTH, GLUTTONY AND PRIDE! COMMENT BELOW WHAT SINS YOU'RE INDULGING IN TODAY, TRADITIONAL SEVEN OR OTHERWISE.
SIGNING OFF WITH MY SIGIL, THIS WAS THE ANTICHRIST. MAY SATAN GUIDE YOU DOWN THE ROAD TO HELL.
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