#coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee

[heckitall]

Hello again!

I did this lil silly survey a long while ago :)

I wanted to ask if you would mind to answer a few of my questions again :3

If not, that's totally fine! No pressure!

How many hours do you sleep per night?

How many hours are enough to get through the day and how many are a lot for your standard?

Is caffein (in any form) part of your morning routine or your 'last resort'?

How do you feel over the day before and after consuming caffein (if you consume any)?

For example: sluggish, foggy, awake, exhausted, grumpy, just tired, etc.

Thank you a lot for (maybe) participating!

If you want, I can add you when I post the results, but I can also leave you out :)

4 on a good night! nights like tonight, maaaybe 1-2

9-10 hours is like my sweet spot after a few days of not being able to sleep. usually im my most productive on a day after that many hours of sleep lmao

coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee

i feel unchanged after coffee :T at this point i think its just habit to drink it

I WANNA KNOW THE RESULTS

[weaselle]

literally made this face 😮

um... @pocketss if you ever get bored and want weaselly characters to draw, here is a description of the Ix, from an excerpt of an old WIP i would totally revisit if there was art of it-- and who knows what novel graphic endeavors betwixt us might ensue?

:

The Ix had woken, and that meant no good to anyone. The entire bogus of Ix had lain slumbering, a furry pile of malign unconsciousness, until a cousin of coincidence, in the service of Lord Happenstance, delivered them a message.

Fearing to approach, he folded his lord's note into a paper-airplane, hit the topmost snout square on with it, and ran away from the resulting chain reaction.

    The pile, squirmed, the pile hissed, the pile seethed and bit. It built into an all out ball of brawl, before the Ix woke up enough to sort themselves from each other and start looking for something non-Ix to fuck with. Irritatingly, there were only the dozen or so Ix, so they began going over their equipment and snarling groggily at any other Ix that got too close before they’d finished waking up.

     The Ix looked a lot like ferrets, if the little weasels had been designed with an extra pair of arms/legs halfway down their slinky bodies. They were of a fairly weaselly disposition also, and swarmed around on two, four, or six limbs, each of which ended in a hand/foot just a bit more ape than ferret. When walking upright on their haunches they had a tendency to sort of waddle. Standing thus, they were, on average, about two and a half feet tall, covered in leather harnessing, belts and pouches.

They had nothing else for clothing, and their fur was a varied gray, each with some natural pattern, usually including some kind of mask. They also had permanently dyed markings on, like tattoos. Every Ix had a uniquely evolved prehensile tail, this one with pincers at the end, that one extra long and thin, another barbed wickedly.

As they bumbled about, one of them, remembering something from their last excursion to the One-Side World, started loudly chanting “Coffee! CoffeeCoffeeCoffeeCoffee!”     She was immediately dog-piled by a snarling trio of the others, but there was a general chattering hiss of agreement. Nix looked up from deciphering the contents of the paper-airplane message, and took charge before the bogus could fall to total chaos.

“Nagh! Belay that and knock off yer squirming and noise!” He chatter-growled, “Stix, Quix and Flix! Get off of Mix! Everybody check all– Dix! Stop humping Kix’s leg! Check your- Pix! Stop pinching Tix! I don’t care which you or who started what! Everybody check all yer mees-and-mines!”

There was a bogus wide inventory of items. “Nagh!” cried one, “I’m missing a mine what has sharp parts and bits for the picking! Which Ix has his mitts on my mostest of mine!?”

The largest of them, an Ix that looked like he only ever ate steroids, gingerly picked up what appeared to be a pickaxe designed with be-heading in mind. “Um… Pix?” the large Ix chuckled in a voice full of help but devoid of smart “Pix?”

“Nagh! MineMineMine!” cried Pix, and launched himself at the oafish Kix without hesitation. And then immediately re-launched, when that body-builder of an Ix lashed out with a hind leg and sent him flying backwards. A fierce wrestling match ensued, and Nix was forced to interfere before the bogus could pick sides and join in.

“PreyPreyPreyPreyPreyPrey!” He screamed at them, and that got their attention quick enough. “We’ve a jobby bit and a Prey thing to hunt!” He loudly reminded them, tucking the rolled up note into a loop in his belt and settling his eye-patch. “With every all yer mees-and-mines we’ll go and-”

“-and CoffeeCoffeeCoffee!” screamed Quix, dancing crazily in place. This time the whole bogus picked up the call, the cave echoing with shouted demands for coffee.

Nix shrugged to himself. “Bellydown, me swarmy Ix, to the One-Side world and Coffee!” and then Nix streaked out of the cave, the whole tumbling lot of the Ix on his heels, chattering and cheering and biting.

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Market Street of One Side Earth was not prepared for the arrival of the Ix. They swarmed out from under a manhole cover, and all thirteen of them formed up standing on the roof of a bus stop like a group of wicked meercats, surveying the busy street. Behind them, a car got it’s wheel stuck in the manhole they left uncovered. Nix licked a needle-y two inch fang and snuffed appreciatively as, over his shoulder, the bogus grinned and snapped, looking around at the scene with their tongues lolling happily at their prospects.

“Fun-fun-fun-fun-fun” was the general chatter.

“My nefarious Ix,” Nix announced, “let us hunt amid this chaos, nagh! and catch ourselves some Coffee!” and the Bogus cheered and scattered off the bus stop, chanting “-CoffeeCoffeeCoffee-”.

None of the thousands of human ears in the vicinity believed themselves enough to tell their conscious brains they’d heard this, and not an eyeball near let such nonsense as a pack of Ix past the optic nerve. The Ix weren’t invisible, they were Unacknowledged. Also, like most All Siders, they could create, not an absolute, but just a tendency in One Siders to step around and otherwise avoid an unacknowledged All Sider in their path (or, truly useful, one in their chair). All Siders caused this subconscious avoidance by trying to remember to be somewhat malevolent, angry, or at least very irritable; in this, the Ix were naturals.

    They poured through the crowd in a frenzy, a sudden wave of ailment. Stix, armed with a pair of what were essentially giant toothpicks, was jabbing people viciously in the leg or foot as he passed, and pausing now and then to snatch up a discarded piece of gum and expertly fling it beneath a descending shoe. Mix was riding around on people, so malicious they never acknowledged his presence, and using three hands and his slender forked tail to reorganize the contents of their pockets.

An assortment of All Sider insects fell continuously from Tix, crawling into the nearest electronic devices they could find to cause system errors, while Tix herself sprang about like a deer, smacking people in the face as they twitched and flinched and failed to realize she was there. Bumbling Kix forgot to be irritable, and people began tripping over the bulky Ix, their eyes never once believing that they saw him.

Dix was humping a flurry of legs and every dog he saw, which, as dogs find All Siders more observable than humans do, was causing a lot of canine misbehavior. Sores and colds and rashes broke out wherever Six passed, throwing an occasional little powder puff bomb and rubbing his mangy coat around people’s legs like some disease-ridden cat. Fix dashed along under vehicles, his middle hands a blur above his back as they expertly arranged malfunctions.

The whole bogus raced about frenetically while moving the same direction, much the way objects caught in a hurricane travel the same direction as the storm.

     Nix was the only one of the little weaselly beasts not zipping about in this melee of misfortune. His mind was the sharp focus a ferret gets when the myriad things it is eternally distracted by happen to all be the same thing at once.

He merely drifted along, moving forward at the same pace as the tempest of Ix. Middle hands hooked in his belt, top arms crossed across his lanky chest, he swaggered down the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the crowd disdainfully, his pair of infamous hatchets strapped diagonally to his chest and back. Behind him, like an afterthought of evil, his tail whipped lazily, and every person the long flicking tip touched, some valuable possession they carried instantly reversed into nothing.      All around him, as the Ix asserted their presence, the world went wrong. Fights broke out. Dogs trailing leashes threw snarling fits, and children cried. Jackhammers failed, trucks broke down, traffic lights began giving conflicting signals. People looked down to find their muffin sprouting mold and their latte somehow rancid. Windows cracked. People forgot everything but their lust for the person they happened to be looking at and walked into poles or out into traffic. A young couple at a bus stop suddenly started throwing up. One poor man, too angry himself to tend away from Unacknowledged All Siders, was unfortunate enough to step on Nix’s foot, and was dismantled to nothingness by the terrible hatchets in the blink of an eye.

Aside from that one man (and an old woman who failed later to recover from her encounter with Six) nobody else died. This was largely because the Ix were simply playing, and didn’t particularly care if anyone was killed or not. They were only having a good time on their way to find a prize. Just ahead of Nix, a fire hydrant exploded. Off to his left, some Ix or another caused a car crash. _____________________________________________________________      Nix confirmed his One Side location on Oxford St. matched his given coordinates and slid his eyepatch around his head until it was up behind his ear. The black string that remained across his brow and under his other ear blended with the black fur of the natural eyepatch that was his only facial marking. “BOGUSMINE!” he screamed like a small mountain lion “Coffee-Coffee-Coffee!” and he pointed into the internet cafe and after-hours club to his right.

The whirlwind of Ix contracted, dog-piled briefly in the entrance to the shop, and then streamed in. They quickly spread until they were everywhere, under tables, on top of counters, inside cupboards… everything that could be tipped was knocked over, everything that could be opened or uncovered became so. Wires were chewed through. Chairs appeared to leap up and topple. The panic within began instantly but was achieved too slowly for anyone to make it out in time.

Later, a bewildered policeman, assigned this cafe from among the battalion of emergency personnel that descended on the aftermath of what the media would bill as the Market St. Calamity, would interview the still conscious.

Upon hearing some of the descriptions, he would exchange a look with his partner and very carefully write down much shorter things, such as ‘witness extremely confused’, which was easier on all concerned and would keep his captain from screaming something like “what the fuck is this, Nelson, a fucking bed time story!? I sent you to write witness statements, not an episode of the fucking X-files!”       According to the four eye-witnesses still standing, what happened inside was this:

“Everything started, like, flying around-” “What I first saw was the table bouncin' like a earthquake” “Everybody started screaming.” “-like, chairs and coffee cups and everything-” “-Tell him about the cash register, Sarah.” “Only, see, it spilled my iced caramel half-caff skim latte all over my lap when it started rocking like that” “-and all the coffee machines and things started going off like crazy-” “-Sarah, tell him about the register” “-and the lights started flickering-” “The screamin' was terrible. 'Cause of all the burns too. From the hot coffee and tea flyin' everywhere.” “And these are new pants, a hundred-fifty bucks they cost me” “-for a minute I sort of thought I saw a bunch of evil, like, monkeys or something, slamming cabinets open and shut-“ “-Sarah tell him about the register, Sarah” “I can still hear the, the screamin’. And gurglin’. Fucked up gurglin’ screams, because of, y'know, all the throwin’ up.” “Won’t come out, I bet, you just wait and see; 30% cashmere you know. Then a chair flew over and hit the man next to me inna face” “-while everything inside them burst off the shelves-“ “-Sa-ra-a-a-a-ahh, the register, tell him about the register-” “-and the register sort of floated up, shook itself empty-“ “-and flew like a bullet right at my head! My HEAD! I could have been killed! Dude! Seriously, Sarah, it's like you don't even care I’m almost dead! And what are the cops going to do about it, anyway?” “Of course he started bleeding RIGHT on my shoes, just my luck” “Awful sound, people still tryina scream while throwin’ up. I'ma have nightmares.”       Down the block, a frustrated Nix double checked his eye-patch and found that his quarry had gone to ground, no trail. Snapping his teeth together in irritation, he gathered the quite caffeinated bogus and raced back to the All Side.

Spiral Ferrets!

a noodle 

[antvnger]

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I think you’ve had too much coffee already, buddy.

[coffeeman777]

[keepingcalmisoverratedgoddamnit]

Morning kids. I didn’t bother showering today!

[justcallmeasmodeus]

I am in the biggest MOOD today.

Also I have 2 5pm espresso drinks.😁😁😁😁

[theannepirestrikesback]

#coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee #ilovecoffee https://www.instagram.com/p/CDjeDu2jhED/?igshid=1wsggb5tpkogq

[akindofsinglelady]

Today I'm back. Organizing for my month ahead. I have most of that laid out but I go over things at the end of each work day, then each Friday in closing and each Sunday before the week and then each month and each quarter and every 6 months. Each vacation time and before each back to work time. Touching base. Knowing and reminding and refreshing where I left off and have to pick up. What's changed, been added, finished left unfinished. Deadlines, events. Etc. Always checking course and checking it again. Reintroducing myself when I've been away. I have a LOT that I do in a day, week, month, year so keeping track is constantly reiterating. I need a week of sleep but am also charged up for getting back to work as usual. My work always charges me... And it can drain me. It can be tedious and emotional. I need the breaks I take but I love how charged I am to get back to it. And coffee. I dedicate all and any awards ever won to coffee for being there for me, supporting me, loving me, giving me comfort and warmth and encouragement through it all. Do you think Joe will mind? #coffee #backatwork #needaweekofsleep #writer #writing #work #writeratwork #writerwork #writersofinstagram #writingwork #coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee #beingawriter #beingawriterislike https://www.instagram.com/p/B8uJf4MAqwb/?igshid=zly21sdbnqbs

[bylertruthr]

favourite colour: navy blue

currently reading: if only i had told her

last song: christmas kids by Roar

last series: YOU

last film: Revenge of the nerds

sweet/salty/savoury: savoury 🤤

tea or coffee: COFFEECOFFEECOFFEECOFFEE

working on: a novel

@bylerfixated @bycharlie @bylerpining @somewiseouttheree

Nine People I Wish I Knew Better

i've never gotten tagged in these before, it's kinda exciting :D -> and so a very special thanks to: @rose-margaritas n @robyngoesrogue

Favorite Colour: green!!! or grey, or sage

Currently Reading: Like We're Gonna Die Young (Again) by RoseGanymede95 [go read it, it's amazing >:3c]

Last Song: E.T. by Katie Perry

Last Film: i don't really watch movies that often, so i couldn't say ^óWo^ |u u |__

Last Series: last one i watched all the way through was Étoile, and i'm currently debating watching Red, White, and Royal Blue :3

Sweet//Salty//Savory: i prefer more savory things, but my drinks are sweet enough to give ya cavities hehe

Tea or Coffee?: my sociology teacher told me that if i replaced all the coffee i drank with hard drugs i'd have a serious addiction problem

Working On: ooh... so much actually.. so so much. i've got a post-canon Étoile fic i've gotten like- halfway through [featuring jayenne AND gabias] a pokemon Étoile au [bc i love pokemon] a stobotnik fic i'm struggling with, two wbk fics, a link click fic i'm stuck on, QUITE a few polychampions fics, annnd a few more in the beginning stages of fleshing ;3

Tagging [i hope it's not a bother]: @sun-shine-lolli-pops @noteofjoy @technically-human @justcallmeemily @littlepocketuniverse @zephie-zee @candy-coated-eyes @notthemonthbutmarch @starguardianniom

[dogwoodfire]

The sign of a busy morning #coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee (at Edinburgh, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3wer_2jfcz/?igshid=16hyk3zlsqyl3

[bertievi]

Scrolling the dash in a tea break and SURPRISE PORN!! Ya'll are filth

[vansiehome-blog]

Now you can make masterpieces at home because its super easy and quick to make individual servings of whipped cream. Just add a whiskball to any container and mix! I personally use a Mason jar. The recipe for 2 servings whipped cream is: 1. Add 1 whiskball to Mason jar or cocktail shaker 2. Add 1/2 cup heavy cream 3. Add 1 tablespoon powdered sugar 4. Close the jar and shake for 1.5 - 2 minutes. Simply rinse off with water. Easy and quick to make, and easy to clean up. Now you can have with cream with your hot chocolate or your coffee or your ice cream anytime you want . #coffee #coffe #coffeeholics #coffee_time☕ #artcoffee #coffee☕ #coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee #coffeesnobs #coffeetime☕ #coffeetime #dailycoffee #vibesandcoffee #coffeeaddiction #coffeeaddicts #coffeeaddiction #coffeeloversclub #cooffeeloversclub #coffeeloversunite #coffeelover☕️ #coffeebreak☕️ #coffeebreaks #coffeeroaster #coffeeshotsrock #coffeeshot #coffeeprops #coffeelife #coffeetimes #coffeegeek #loveforcoffee #coffeeoftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/BulqRsNlgfA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6nhp0jp7ik4i

[arlenkward]

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Coffee made on a Coleman stove with a percolator accompanied by the hiss of propane. The caffeine dance. #campmorning #breakfast #overland #outdoors #camping #campstovecooking #campstove #coffeetime #oldschool #coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee (at Orient Land Trust)

[justcallmeasmodeus]

You are amazing

You are talented

And I’m sorry that people throw rocks at things that shine.

Don’t lose your courage to do the things that scare other people. It’s rare, and one of the things I love about you.

Also, be a petty bitch and prove those assholes wrong.

Ya know,

Every time I go to write anything, from my long planned series to the stupid little smut shots, I am held back by all the hate and nonsense that went down back in February/March. I am poisoned by all the bullshit hate I recieved on here and off in private over a story that I chose to write. I know I did nothing wrong, but the fact that so many people felt that I had done an unforgivable thing in a piece of fan fiction still lingers in the back of my head and prevents me from moving forward. I have been sent many rounds of hate, been blacklisted by people I thought were friends, and all of that has put me in this place.

I guess my point is:

Hate is stronger than love sometimes. And there are consequences to your actions. Unless your goal is to utterly damage someone,

… Keep the hate to yourself.

[coffeeman777]

As a fellow coffee fiend, I'm curious to know your answer to my very important question: What are your favorite coffee brands and/or roasts?

My go-to. It's cheap, and really good for the money. I like some of what Starbucks has. My favorite is Peet's, from Boston. If I'm gonna be in Boston and/or I have some money to burn, it'll be anything dark from Peet's. Generally, I like dark roasts. Sumatra is my current favorite. I take it black, or with a splash of half & half.

French Press is my favorite brewing method.

What about you?

[theannepirestrikesback]

#coffeeisking #coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee #yaydennys https://www.instagram.com/p/B45QMQYBS80/?igshid=k2zqcsnkq7la