#too much caffeine

[prettyjesusfreaks]

hi if you're a woman and a child of God that makes you a princess of the heavenly kingdom i don't make the rules

[quinloki]

I mixed last night’s coffee with this morning’s coffee and now I’ve had too much coffee and I might need more water and I could drink more water and I did drink more water but I’m still too much coffee by volume

Which isn’t to say that I’m in a bad position, I’m just a little twitchy and my mind is firing on a bunch of different pistons, and it’s a shame that I have to work right now because I feel like I could write so much smut.

And some of that would be a one shot or two about March from Fields of Hot People, or Balor (summer hit in my game and he has a bitching scar on his chest and muscles on his arms and how dare he hide all that in his clothing choice in Spring), and I’m really enjoying that game and the ideas I have are too many and I’m only keeping them tucked away because I have too much one piece to write right now anyway xD

Gods though I wanna write Eustass Kid’s heavy cock between your breasts, hands held over your head, rutting against your chest and asking you where you’re gonna take him. It’ll fit, he promises you, anticipation dripping between your thighs. Beg him well enough and he’ll fill you up in every hole.

Marco pressing your face into the mattress, slowly pulling your pants down, talking about all the things he’s going to do to once you’re exposed, and how cute you look shivering beneath him, wriggling in desperate anticipation. Will you end up begging him to stop with the same desperation later on?

Sabo who has allowed you one foot on the floor, the other secured skyward, gloved hands gliding up your thighs, sharp and delicious against your ass as he leaves the perfect mark on your skin. The longer you can take it the more he’ll please you afterward. (And the idea of his slicked gloves moving down your chest to tease you as he pushes his cock in deep from behind and how he holds your head in place so he can praise you right into your ear.)

Sir crocodile who has you, ass up tied under his desk, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. Keep your voice in desert flower and don’t let any of his business partners hear you whimper as he eases that thick, leaky tip into you. No one else deserves to hear your sweet sounds and if you keep them in he promises to fill you to the hilt and rail you until either you or the desk breaks.

[izzabela]

In the Mafia's Eyes - Lin Kuei Siblings x GN!reader

in which the deadliest mafia group's leader and two brothers have you in their sight

a/n: i was scrolling through and i laid my eyes on the most beautiful fanart EVER, so i asked permission to use it (as you can see, i got permission) BIG UPS TO @moonbay1cn for letting me use their art (i cropped it to fit my blog formats, if you don't mind)

ships: tomas, bi han, kuai liang x GN!reader

warning[s]: mentions of blood, suggested violence, suggestive, you're delusional

p.s. mafia au! the Lin Kuei are based in the U.S. instead of Arctika/China

You should have realized who the men you served were. Every single clue and hint was there, pointing you in the right direction, yet you ignored the obvious flags that waved in your brain.

New York City is insidious: places to be, things to do, dreams to achieve. There's a reason why it's called "the city that doesn't sleep." People are up at all hours of the day and night to do things, and the night was a tad more active than the day. For you, however, the days seemed to blur together. Working at a 24/7 shop isn't rare. What made it rare was that it was a 24/7 tea house/café/eatery.

In the middle of Manhattan.

Upper east side, Manhattan.

In a rundown building that was browner than poop stains and long-deceased rat corpses.

That should have been your first hint.

The building was old, needing constant repairs here and there, yet it was untouched by the most powerful real estate agents, landlords, and other money-grubbing losers that would love to tear the building down to replace it with a painfully sleek and sterile one.

You were grateful for Madame Bo's persistence against this modern era of sad, beige modernness, but were also confused. How did she make so much money to keep them away? And if she had such money, why wouldn't she do the renovations herself? She could easily update the internals and externals of the building if she wanted to.

"Oh dear," she had said, "The charm is in the age of the building."

The second clue to the enigma of the tea house café were the customers.

When you were first hired by Madame Bo, you didn't really notice the patterns of people coming in and out, nor the lackeys that would round the block. Despite how old this building was, it was a popular stop for both the middle class and the privileged snobs residing in the upper east side. Over time, you knew who were regulars and who weren't.

When you worked the day shifts, you made note of four men who would be walking outside the building. On other shifts, they switched it up on you and they were paired with women, posing as couples. However, you knew better than that. Sure, to the untrained eye they would have just been randoms working out, but your gut told you otherwise. They were tall, slightly beefed with muscle, and walked faster than a normal New Yorker- yeah, definitely not normal.

What also peeved you out was the fact you always felt... something on you. You couldn't figure out if it was safety or protection, but what you definitely felt were eyes on you.

It didn't stop there, though.

On the very rare, and desperate, occasions you had a night shift, you kept a mental tab that two people would enter the empty eatery. They would sit on opposite sides of the room, laptops open and untouched. While you didn't judge the work ethics of others, you certainly judged people who had questionable habits of work. Even so, Madame Bo made drinks for them- free of charge!

"My dear," she said to you one fateful night shift, "They do a lot more for us than we know."

The last hint was as obvious as a clown in disguise. Scratch that, it's not even a hint anymore- it's a big red "x marks the spot" on a treasure map. And the "treasure" came in a pack of three hot guys.

Every month since you began working with Madame Bo, three men in luxurious suits and tuxes came to visit the shabby tea house. One of them with gray-colored hair, while the other two matched in black colored hair. You also noted their style of face covering, two of them opting for a face mask while the other remained bare-faced.

Every month without fail, these three men came to visit and sit down for some tea. There were times where they just sat in comfortable silence together, other times they were discussing the mundane in their lives. Most of the time, though, they simply sat together and spoke with Madame Bo, laughing and engaging in hearty conversation.

Every time they spoke with her, you couldn't help but stare at them. Madame Bo and the three mystery men were more different than the poles in a magnetic field, yet they spoke to her with such respect and joy. You thought it was just a rare case of rich people being kind. During a day shift when they visited, you asked Madame Bo for the origins of the three men.

"Oh them? I used to watch them when they were little," she explained to you, Raiden, and Kung Lao, "All three of them are brothers, with Tomas being adopted."

You remembered that you zoned out during the explanation of her ties with them, the only thing you got were their names: Tomas for the ash colored hair, Bi Han to the navy suit, and Kuai Liang in his amber-rust colored suit. As you zoned out, your eyes wandered over to the three.

They were engaged in their own conversation, chuckling quietly as they spoke about their business. While the air within them was pleasant, you felt a bit of fear and excitement. Something about them made you want to straighten up, look presentable, and be on your best behavior. You wanted to give them the best customer service in their lives- actually, maybe more than just "service".

You remembered catching the eyes of Kuai Liang, who briefly looked away from his siblings to catch you staring at them. His gold-black mask covered the bottom half of his face, but the way his eyes wrinkled a bit signaled some sort of smile that lied underneath.

You blushed and turned away, trying to zone back into the conversation with Madame Bo and the other boys you worked with.

"Woah! So like, are they super rich, Madame Bo?" Kung Lao asked innocently.

Madame Bo nodded, stating something about how they own a couple of stores in the upper east side thanks to a family business. You, however, still did not get the memo about who they were until later that day.

This was the answer to your dilemma on who these ferocious and fine men were.

After a night with some of your close friends, you were walking home alone following a sketchy back-path. It was supposed to be a shortcut, provided by the maps app on your phone. However, it died after you forgot to charge it, leaving you wandering the unruly city during its worst. As you walked, you fell into trouble with some sleazy idiots.

You remembered how close they were to you, their alcohol-stained breath and sleazy style of walk. The way they slithered over your shoulder to try and get you to come home with them. Not only were you sober, but willing to fight. You had punched one of them in the nuts to escape, but the grasp of one of the disgusting men was too strong for you.

You remembered four of them surrounding you, and you really thought you'd meet your end in the alley that night. You closed your eyes, but heard gun shots and the sounds of bodies hitting the damp concrete. What once was creepy and dangerous men surrounding you, you found them lying in their own blood, clean shots through the head.

You fell to your knees, threatening to cry, but you saw a familiar color on a suit. Okay, a few familiar colors: gray, navy, and rusty amber. You saw a gloved hand reach out to yours, leading to Bi Han's broad figure. You took it, and he effortlessly brought you to your feet. You noticed his other gloved hand was getting replaced, Kuai Liang replacing the soiled mitten.

Tomas snuck behind you (you didn't even feel him get there) to offer his coat. He gently placed it on your shoulders, his eyes peeking down at your round, doe, startled ones. Despite what happened in front of you, and despite you finally learning who they really were, you weren't afraid.

Each man held something in their eyes that promised you safety, security, and protection. Like a guardian angel, these men made a promise with their eyes to you. A promise saying that no matter where you are, what you're doing, that you'd always be safe.

As the saying goes, "It's in the eyes, chico," and boy they aren't wrong.

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It's been a couple of months since that incident, and the games you've played with them and your mind have been infectious. The brother's visits to the café have begun to happen more frequently, they even visit you alone sometimes, which didn't help your brain's delusions.

Every time one of them came to the cafè, you were afraid they would see right through you and into your horny thoughts. Whenever they visited and watched you work, you felt their eyes not leaving you once. It got so bad that you would bring Raiden or Kung Lao to distract you while doing stuff, or simply have Madame Bo make them leave.

Even so, it didn't stop your mind at all.

On the day's Kuai Liang came to the café, his gaze on you was steady and still, like a constant fire during a winter storm. The way he looked at you was full of wanting, desire, and desperation- like he needed you more than oxygen. Your brain imagined that his body was warmer than most, and that he would keep you in a dizzying trance.

Your mind played scenarios in which Kuai Liang would explore every part of you, with no intent of letting you go either. His hands leaving hand-shaped slap marks and bruises, marking every part of you to let the world know that you were his alone to worship. His loyalty to you and your body would leave you overwhelmed, melting under his constant affection and love.

Your mind concluded he'd be a gentleman and a rough lover, and you had to shake the thoughts out before he knew.

When Bi Han came to visit, you didn't have to know it was him at all. While Kuai Liang's presence was warm and welcoming, Bi Han's aura was chill to the bone. Whenever you were working, Bi Han's eyes never left your body. You figured his stares felt more...cold: persistent, chilly, and never-ending. Like a blizzard in the cold tundra of the arctic.

With Bi Han, your mind played vignettes of how he'd take you to bed. He would be rough, not like Kuai Liang. He'd pull your hair, smack your perky behind, and tell you how much of a degenerate you really were- all for him of course. He'd leave hickeys everywhere on your body, a mosaic of pink, purple and red on you to remind you who belonged to who.

Your mind also thinks he'd be great with aftercare. All that rough-housing and such, you needed to calm down and collect yourself. Your brain fills your mind with him putting you in a bath, rubbing your back, shampooing your hair too. He'd whisper "I love you's" in your delusions, peppering each hickey with kisses.

For him, your mind finalized he'd be the roughest of the three, while also caring for your wellbeing post-sex.

Your brain was working in serious overdrive.

Finally, when Tomas came to visit, you always felt sweet with him around. Not only would he stare at you with such love in his eyes, but he'd engage with others around him.

Like a butterfly, he'd go around and spread joy; however, he loved floating around you the most. You found that talking to him was easier than talking to his brothers, so you talked to him about the basics of who you were. When you tried to bring up that night, he told you that it would stay between you four- a private business transaction.

He'd also ask why you spoke to him more, and not his brothers. He assured you that they wouldn't bite, but you simply said it was out of respect.

And to keep your thoughts at bay.

Despite all of this, you weren't fooled by him at all. The way he looked at you, when people weren't present, was filled with a primal hunger, a desire to have you. He was the predator, and you knew damn well that you were his prey- not able to get away from his trapping gaze. His stares were sharp and clear, like a hunter ready for the kill.

And by the elder gods your mind was ready to be hunted.

You imagined his grip on you being tight, like you'd disappear and he'd never find you again. He would be intentional with tour body, exploring every part of you in more depth and detail than his brothers. His touch would make you feel sensitive, flinching at how feathery and flighty his fingers were as he took every part of you for himself.

He'd kiss you like he'd leave forever- full of longing, desperation, and wanting. Your brain thinks he'd need you more than oxygen, that he would love nothing more than to breath your natural scent in like the necessary element.

If Kuai Liang made you dizzy with heat, and Bi Han made you shiver with his chill, then Tomas would have you writhing under him like a poor animal in heat.

You prayed to the elder gods silently, hoping the men wouldn't see your perverse thoughts as they came by the shop.

Unfortunately, your pleas were ignored.

During their monthly visitation, you saw to the brothers yourself and sat them down, took their order, and made their drinks. Tomas took an Earl Gray with a pastry, Kuai Liang with some matcha, and Bi Han with Oolong tea.

You quickly gave their drinks to them, paired with an even quicker "thanks for waiting" and retreated behind the counter.

You watched them only for a bit, your brain playing new scenarios, but you distracted yourself with chores. Deep into them, you didn't even feel them leave until Raiden and Kung Lao tapped your shoulder, money in the latter's and a note in the former's.

"Looks like our prettiest barista got some tip money," Kung Lao teased, "A crisp twenty dolla bill too!"

You gasped, but who could have gifted you with such a generous tip? Raiden hands you a slip of paper, which answers your question and fills your head with more of them.

"Uhh..." he fidgeted nervously, "I am not sure what this means, but it definitely makes me wonder..." he handed the note to you and you flush the deepest shade of red ever.

It's in the eyes, little barista

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once again, big ups to @moonbay1cn for letting me use their beautiful piece of media for this post!

see yall in the next fic ;)

[borbology]

meta knight wing shakies real

[delicatelystrangepolice]

Also.

Dear Lisa,

I too have written bad fanfiction. But in my case, only 30 sicos at the time have read it and at least I'm ashamed of it.

[solisocassumm]

OUTTA MY WAY GAYBOY I'M BOUTTA LIBERATE MY DIVINE SELF FROM THIS MORTAL SHELL

[koko-kiko]

Caffeinated Drabbles #1 - Hobie Brown

Heeeey, my name is Koko and I want to start posting more on this account till I feel confident enough to post my artwork. Till then, imma be posting little drabbles everytime I’m too hyped up on caffeine or my insomnia kicks in (which is going to happen a lot seeing as I live off little sleep and my blood is black coffee XD)

I recently went to a black veil brides concert and it got me to thinking about Hobie Brown and potential songs to use in Hobie Brown x reader fanfics.

Ok so I just recently watched ATSV like last week (even though the movie has been out since June) and I fell in love with the cockney rhyming spider-punk. However wished the directors had included more punk rock music with the little screen time Hobie got. In Hobie’s dimension, Earth-138, it’s the 1970s and the punk rock genre just started in Hobie’s city of Old York. Now if we do more historic punk rock bands of the time I can imagine Hobie liking the Ramones, The Buzzcocks, Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedy, you know the obvious. Punk rock bands that made an impact on the beginning of the genre’s creation/revolution. However it got me to thinking about other songs from different genres that could fit Hobie’s ideologies or just him singing it for the heck of it. I’m a fan of rock and metal, I grew up with the genres so I can think of several songs that I could see him possible rocking to or even performing cover songs.

Here’s a small list of what I’ve compiled of rock/metal songs I could imagine Hobie liking or possibly singing. Imma put links if you’d like to listen to them:

-Rebel Yell (Both the original by Billy Idol and cover by Black Veil Brides)

- Black Diamond by Kiss

- Hit that by The Offspring

- You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring

- The Pretender by Foo Fighters

- Zombie (Both the original by The Cranberries and the cover by Peyton Perrish)

- Satellite and Savior by Rise Against

- I Am The Weapon by Three Days Grace

- Break by Three Days Grace

- Wake Up, The Legacy, Blackbird, Fallen Angels, and Perfect Weapon by Black Veil Brides

- Half God Half Devil by In this Moment

- Raise Hell by Dorothy

- Chapter Four by Avenged Sevenfold

- Open your Eyes, Run, Deify, Stricken and Parasite by Disturbed

- Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch

- Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace

- For Who The Bell Tolls by Metallica

- Been to Hell by Hollywood Undead

- Stitches by Bullet for my Valentine

- We’re not gonna take it by Twisted Sister

- Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash

- Song 2 by Blur

- Spider to the Fly by So Long Until the Seance

- Burnin’ For You by Blue Oyster Cult

I’m seriously considering making a Hobie x reader based on one of these songs. Please let me know if that’s something you guys are interested in or if you guys have any song suggestions you guys think suit Hobie’s taste or style.

Well that’s the end of my Drabble, bye!

[drakonovisny]

head hurtyyyyy :((((

[labfungus]

I am breathing funny…well….shit.

[xx-theblack-vixen-xx]

guysguysguysguys!!!!! ASEGEGSWDWWWFQSDASFEFFDVG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA guys i am like super hyper rn and i cannot stop talking and moving and stuff liike I have eaten nothing but sugar today and i am going to EXPLODE AAAAAAAAAAA hehehehehe and the thing is that all ive eaten overall today is: waffles, coffee, Graham crackers, yogurt, ice cream,

And two cookies not to mention that I just got taken off of my adhd meds so i think that that makes things suuuuuuuper worse for everyone else, also today i dragged one of my friends at school into the babtqftim fandom and I was infodumping about aaaaaall throughout first period while a ran laps around a tree when i was supposed tobe playing disc golf I think i ran somewhere close to a mile or somthn like that and i saw him on like part fourteen of it during math class and then we went on a field trip to the downtown of where i live and we walked around and i saw a bunch of different things like some dude was fixing a fence with some sort of power tool and there were sparks everywhere which was awesome

And I got to talk about some old shows that i used to watch when i was young with someone in my group who also watched it and I took my sketchbook with me and i got to draw and we had to write stuff for school but I did basically the bare minimum and its not like the teachers can like take us back there sooo all of us are going to get full credit as long as you turn it in which I did and then now I'm home and Spider-Man across the spider verse is out now so i can watch it now but my dad hasn't even watched the first one so we're trying to set that up now

Hope you enjoyed my sugar-induced ramblings and i wish you a wonderful rest of your day/night/whatever time it is where you are :D

[tahere-ravenwick]

Downside to having metal head parents, I try listening to some songs a friend recomended and I start dozing because mum used to have a lot of noise and simalar music playing in the background so I'd get used to activity and stuff going on and not be fussy(worked a little too well since I'd literally be like yep nap time now&find some random place to sleep while we were out&doing stuff lol)

Also now can't sleep if its quiet lol, I tend to put some childhood faves on to go to sleep to, The Serial Killers are surprisingly soothing 😅 Three Little Pigs was a was a fave as a kiddo

Also hands up to metal kiddos who leaned how to headbang before they ever even started going to school. I've never even been to a concert but I am bomb ass at banging!

[stargazostli]

terrorizing my friends with my caffien ramblings woah that took a while to soell corrwct haha

@xensmells

[michellestardis]

Another day, another glitch. This Sim just walked into the coffee shop in The Sims Freeplay, and he's literally just a head.

Just a floating head ordering a coffee, paying then just floating in midair drinking his coffee.

All the other customers don't bat an eyelid, freak out, or do a double take.

[farsight-the-char]

Going to lay off tumblr the rest of the day.

Will still check tags, but too much caffeine and politics is getting a bit stressful.

[ezra-returns]

HELP ME I JUST DRANK A CAN OF CELSIUS BEFORE BED CUZ I DONT DRINK THEM OFTEN AND I WAS THRISTY AND I WANTED A LITTLE TREAT UMMM HELLO THERES 200MG CAFFEINE IN THOSE THINGS?? GOOGLE SAYS 200MG LASTS 3-7 HOURS?? AND I LIKE NEVER DRINK CAFFEINE

I MAY NEVER SLEEP AGAIN AASUGHUHHHJ /NEG

edit i just drew stuff until i couldnt take it anymore and i laid in my bed and read a book and i actually ened up going to sleep at like 1am so maybe it wasnt as bad as i thought?