#coffee is code

[ambrosiaswhispers]

Past Curfew

“It’s bad idea for you to go alone. It’s crazy out there.” 

“Matt, I’m not arguing with you about this.” Karen laced up her boots.

“Frank will be fine.” Matt folded his arms over his chest. “He wouldn’t want you to…”

Karen laid her hand over his folded arms. “I understand that you are worried. But, please don’t tell me what Frank would want.”

“I know he wouldn’t want you in harm’s way.”

She zipped up her hoodie, “He also knows better than to argue with me when I’m being stubborn. My gun’s in my purse.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Matt sighed.

She snickered. “I’m hoping you won’t follow me if you know I have it.”

“Karen, please. Why do you need to go check his place out now?”

She fidgeted with her fingers, knowing full well that Matt could hear her heart rate increasing. “Frank and I have a signal…and he missed it.”

“So you've really been talking to Frank.” Matt’s tone was concerned and maybe a little jealous again. Karen couldn’t be bothered to care right now. She was worried.

She checked her gun, before putting it back into her purse. “He reached out to me first. He’s less murderous when we’re talking.”

“He seemed pretty murderous when I saw him earlier this year.”

She grabbed a bottle of water and took a long drink. “We had an argument after Foggy.”

“You’re grieving and he picks a fight, that…”

“I was defending you and he didn’t appreciate it.” She cut him off. “Just trust me, please. Everyday Frank sends me a picture of a dog, so I know he’s alive. He hasn’t sent one for two days. I need to check his place to see if he’s okay or if he's not.”

The silence was deafening before a car drove by the brakes screeching. The city was so much quieter now. Fisk's curfew, his patrolling army, and all the anarchy that was unleashed. They were part of the rebellion, but they weren't too many, yet. Daredevil had friends, they just had to figure out how to reach out safety.

After the car passed, Matt relented. “He’s got security at his place. I don't think you should just go over there."

“He gave me the code.” Karen checked the charge on her phone.

Matt swallowed, “You two really are close.”

“You said you heard our heart rates.”

“You said it was adrenaline.” He countered.

“I lied.”

"I know." Matt pulled open the door. “Stay there if it gets past curfew. I’m gonna be on the other side of the city.”

“Be as careful as you can.”

“You too.”

***

Karen stepped over the trip wire, knocked on the fake brick panel, and entered the code. She waited thirteen seconds before opening the door, Frank had been very specific with his instructions. 

“Frank?” She called out quietly. “Frank, are you here?”

The quiet was unsettling. The smell of coffee ever present was dulled the machine hadn’t been on today. She walked through the spartan style spaced looking for any signs of life, there were none. His bed creaked when she sat down on it, checking under the pillow. The photo of his family was still there. He hadn’t picked up and left.

“What did you do, you freaking idiot?” 

She put the photo back and checked her watch: 8:05pm. So much for going back home tonight. At least she knew how to use his coffee pot, she started the machine and sat down on his bed. Frank wasn’t one for furniture. She reclined for just a moment and closed her eyes. The last three days had been exhausting, it wasn’t like she’d be asleep for long. She felt sleep pulling at her and she surrendered to it with Frank's scent in her nostrils.

***

“You know there’s a story about a blonde girl sleeping in someone’s bed when they’re away.”

“Hi, Frank.”

“Hey, Karen.”

"You look like hell."

"Yeah. I got in a fight with a guy from Jersey." 

[aintmyjewelry]

we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art

[jesuisnilunnilautre]

thinking about the night shift reactions to finding out he’s been stealing benzos and honestly i think in the two minutes they take to bitch to each other about it before they decide they give no fucks ellis and shen are like. so embarrassing. caught out by an intern on her first day. kid couldnt even treat methemoglobinemia. fuckin day shift. and then they go do a forty minute stemi or something.

[jumpropekittn]

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Just once I would like a Peter stuck in Gotham story where Tony gets dragged along with him for the ride.

Like they drop down and Tony is like

“Not an ideal situation, good news is we’re not dead. Bad news that looked like a one way trip for us. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now we should focus on short-term goals: food, water and a place to stay, everything else can wait.”

I want Tony to be out there working his ass off from helping people with broken items then getting a job at wayne enterprises and starting a technology revolution in this dimension because he just can’t stand how out of date everything is and then running to pick up Peter from the rich kid school and the two of them trying to do reconnaissance and failing miserably.

Peter for his part is having a great time with school and his new vigilante gig.

Peter’s vigilante friends in school are worried about how bruised Peter looks sometimes and think that Tony is abusive before breaking in and just hearing Tony being a mother hen.

Then one breakout things are not looking too good and Spider-man just says

“Karen, activate Papa Protocol.”

And then like ten minutes later in comes Ironman with a bone to pick with the rouges.

Bruce doesn’t know if he loves Tony or hates him but his kids find him hilarious.

[ronineedsanexorcism]

if I had a nickel for every man wearing an apron with mustache who pretends to don't like us in silly cooking game, I'd had two nickels.

which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[riaki]

guys pls consider… lifeguard!gojo bit inspired by a post i saw a long time ago from @/shotorus, thank u sel + inez !

lifeguard!gojo, who signs you in for a pool session and gives you the wrong time-slot wristband because he’s too busy gawking at you with hearts in his blue eyes to notice he registered you to swim for 12pm-2pm. when, in reality, it’s 4pm in the afternoon and the hot sun is slowly sinking in the sky.

lifeguard!gojo, who mistakes your polite attempts to correct him as signs of disinterest; he sees things through romance-tinted glasses. of course he can't keep a wounded pride, and so he makes it his saturday afternoon goal to win your heart. after all, who in their right mind would reject him in all his dashing chlorine scented glory?

lifeguard!gojo, who reintroduces himself all suave and cool and he thinks it's working mid-hair slick-back— until he gets smacked in the face by a stray rubber ball, and his sunglasses go flying. it leaves a red spot of hashmarks on his nose, like the ball was a cookie cutter and he was the dough. but he doesn't mind, because he got to hear your pretty laugh as you pick up his shades and hand them back to him, albeit at his own expense. you even say a cute thing or two about the chipped popsicle sticker on the frame.

lifeguard!gojo, who's unreasonably (and immaturely) upset over the fact he can't seductively rub sunscreen into your back because you already have beforehand. but he's not complaining; it smells good when he's forced a little closer to you to avoid a rampaging train of kids running across the pool deck. he should yell at them, but the smell of summery citrus and sea salt wafting on the humid breeze distracts him.

lifeguard!gojo, who pours every ounce of his remaining energy into gettin your attention the entire time you're there— with loud whistle blows from the scribble-adorned plastic whistle hanging from his neck, grabbing your attention, only to just offer a charming wink in your direction. or, squeezing idle small talk between every lap you swim, teasing you with a lazy grin on his lips from under his shaded lifeguard stand when you complain about the heat of the blazing sun.

lifeguard!gojo, who ropes his poor, exhausted snack stand friend with the blonde hair and dark shadows beneath his eyes into helping him— when you give up on swimming laps and begrudgingly let him convince you into going down the waterslides as if you’re a nine year old with neon pink inflatable buoy rings around your arms.

lifeguard!gojo, who forces nanami (snack stand man) to ‘accidentally’ send you down the slide early— you’re caught up in the surprise, the sound of rushing water and kids shouting and a cicada’s buzz filling your ears— and before you know it you’re tossed into the bottom of the pool by the stream of water, disoriented and panicking until two steady arms fish you out of the pool.

lifeguard!gojo, who ‘rescues you from drowning’ holding you bridal style to his chest with his sunglasses balanced on the edge of his nose, letting you catch a glimpse of his uncanny blue eyes hidden beneath his dripping white hair. his whistle lanyard hangs loosely around his neck, drawing a line down the center of his toned chest.

lifeguard!gojo, who can’t help but double over as he laughs obnoxiously— boyishly when he gets to watch your face flush cherry as you scramble to get out of his arms and fall straight back into the refreshing water with a splash.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s forced to reconcile with what he thinks is defeat when he gets you kicked out of the pool early because of his earnest registering mistake— and in doing so, you forget your ring on the pool deck. it's just your luck— you don't even realize it until the sun's almost set and you’re halfway home.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s cleaning up and getting ready to close for the night when he spots a gleam of silver reflecting the hazy purple sunset, and he recognizes it as your jewelry (even though that was the first time he ever met you). of course he'd remember it— he'd been absentmindedly staring at your fingers, burning them into his mind; imagining how they'd feel in his damp hair.

lifeguard!gojo, who slips your ring into his pocket after trying it on and marveling at how small your hands must be in comparison to his.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s cleaning out the gutters, waist deep in the pool, when he hears your voice again— pretty like birdsong in the spring, dew gathering on the fragile petals of blooming petals.

lifeguard!gojo, who waits for you to come in— the gate was unlocked— and watches as you kneel on the concrete deck, elbows on your knees as you smile down at him. you look really cute, with your hair falling over your face like that, framed by the dying sunlight.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s a little disheartened when you tell him all you came back for was your ring, and not him. or his phone number.

lifeguard!gojo, who disappears beneath the water for a moment— then resurfaces from the pool dripping wet, hair clinging to his face while he acts as though he'd found your ring at the bottom of the pool. "it's stainless steel, yeah? don't worry about rust." he reassures you with a chuckle when you panic; he thinks it's cute.

lifeguard!gojo, who holds the ring just out of your grasp when you make a grab for it, laughing as you almost fall right into the pool.

lifeguard!gojo, who tells you he'll only give it back if you give him your phone number in exchange as he climbs out of the pool and sits next to you, on the gutters, the sound of rushing water filling his ear.

lifeguard!gojo, who, sitting by your side, focuses on the way the pool looks with the lights turned on, an ethereal underwater dreamscape distorted by the incessant moving water. a way of distracting himself from how beautiful you look in the painted sunset.

lifeguard!gojo, who gets his first taste of you when you ask him to face you; you muffle his yelp of surprise, but it doesn’t matter because you taste even better than you smell, a sweetness like crystal rock candy and blueberries on his tongue when his lips meet yours.

lifeguard!gojo, who takes the opportunity to catch your wrist and slide your ring back onto your finger with a quick lingering kiss to your cheek; his lips are a little wet from his earlier pool dip, but the dreamy look in your eyes tells him you don’t mind.

lifeguard!gojo, who sees you out, still riding on the thrill of your lips; the pride in his chest now that he's got your contact saved on his phone with an excessive amount of heart emojis and a (˘ڡ˘ς) next to your name.

lifeguard!gojo, who can't wait for the next time you come back to the pool, and who ignores the angry slew of texts from his boss scolding him for leaving the gate unlocked in favor of the selfie you send him.

you: [ one image attached ]

lifeguard boy 🛟🤍 : GAYATTTTT LET ME HIT PLSPLSPLSS 🙈🙈😝😝😝😋😋🤞🔥🔥🔥⁉️‼️🔞💯💯😼😻💺💺🗽

bonus: nanami gets u two popsicles to share tagging @sugumimi NAOMI I HOPE THIS IS WHAT U WERE TALKING AB my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

matt and his girlfriend

sketch lol!!^

Did not MEAN to dodole them but I blinked a the beast took me over so yea whatever go free my mattuardo.. started thinking about them again

+unrelated old thing of preppy duin n emo matt cause...well I just wouldn't have any other reason to post them any other time

semi sorta ish suggestiv doodle underr cut

nothing explicit

[ninnidelrey]

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

RIP Darrel Curtis, you would’ve hated running on three hours of sleep, caffeine, and the shards of your crushed dream

[stuck-in-jelly]

[es0tericdoll]

[imaginarydreamgirl]

What a long year

[yourfaveisintersex]

Saiki Kusuo from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. / Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan is intersex-coded, and his variation is De la Chapelle Syndrome! He was shapeshifting as multiple entities and genders in the womb, coincidentally was born as female, and then spontaneously shifted to male afterword. The requester also headcanons him, along with the proposed variation above, to be a coffee bean transmasc! (link)

Intersex flag-only edits under the cut!

[highoncatfood]

vivia drawing request :3?

drew him from memory and also i was nevr rlly good at drawing him so. yeah anyway here he isssss :3

[coolchickblog]

Birthday girl begging for attention🩰☠️

Libra gang🤍🪐💫🦢