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Raise your hand if you thought he was totally going to stride over to Rey, take her by the waist and kiss her senseless. I mean look at all the heat and passion rolling off of him…he discards that staff and his gaze turns purposeful, like he sees with absolute clarity. He is not a man of doubts here.
As you all may know by now, there was an animation festival in Mexico called “Pixelatl” in which there was a conference about Cartoon Network: Villainous, imparted by the creator Alan Ituriel.
He began thanking the fans for all the support he has receive from them and how happy he was watching fans all over the world and the content that they can create (fanarts, cosplays and crafts). He also thanked the Pixelatl staff for giving an opportunity to those in mexico, like him, who want to enter to the animation world. If you don’t know about this, Alan was able to pitch Villainous to Cartoon Network thanks to the Pixelatl.
He was just so glad to be there giving that conference, and thats why he gift us an exclusive poster. The “Villainous Crew” literally put one poster per chair in the forum, so we all in the conference got one!
He show us some “cut scenes” from the shorts, and little extras or modifications that didn’t make it to the final product due to screen time limitations (which I’m pretty sure you all have already seen)
And of course, it was officially announced the continuation or “Phase Two” of Villainous. They will be making more shorts, comics, YouTube shorts about Black Hat reviewing weapons from others villains in other Cartoon Network shows and most importantly, they would begin the production of the Pilot.
Alan said that they were already working in the new shorts and he showed us as a little “surprise” one of them (not finished yet). I didn’t take pictures of it nor video because I wanted to respect the fact that it was a work in progress thing that they decided to show us as a sneak peek. But I’m sure there are already pics of it here on tumblr, so you can watch them if you scroll in the tag.
Honestly Alan is such a good and cool guy, he was really chill with fans, he drawn characters from Villainous for fans and he took lots of photos with them …but I think he’s just a little TOO good with everyone. He was signing autographs for HOURS, the conference ended at 11am and he was still there signing after 4pm I think, I’m not even sure how much time he was there, but he and his crew looked really tired after all that. All the other guests decided when to stop signing, like Jhonen Vasquez (Yes, Jhonen Vasquez, was in the festival as well) after some long time he asked the staff to not let any more people in the line, because there was a lot, and I mean A LOT of people already waiting. But Alan stayed there until the people stopped coming.
I almost wanted to ask him if it was okay to bring him something to eat, because he really spent a loooong time there. Really, he’s such a kind person, he even gave me and my sister two signed posters (because we already got our posters signed in the morning but later in the afternoon we wanted to ask the crew to sign the poster too so, when we got there with them again Alan said that they had posters already signed by the crew and that he didn’t had a problem signing two more posters again, so they give us another one. I imagine he did this with other people as well!)
Awesome – and as a side note, Sessions was giving a lecture on ‘free speech’ and either he and/or his staff had 130 students banned from attending the event because they were going to protest his appearance on campus. Does anyone else see any irony here?
he’s a better swordsman than Carter (which Carter begrudgingly admitted)
he seems to be so powerful that magic doesn’t truly affect him?? (“Blue sparks of sorcery popped around
him, as if my spell didn’t know quite what to do with him. Who was this guy?”)
he’s very fast and Carter “has to struggle to keep up with him”
he’s also very agile (”Percy jumped on the creature’s tail and ran up his spine. The monster thrashed around,
his hide shedding water all over the place, but somehow Percy managed to keep his
footing. The guy must have practised gymnastics or something.”)
he’s a natural leader (”For some reason, the kids listened. Maybe they were just happy to have something to
do, but, from the way Percy spoke, I got the feeling he was used to rallying outnumbered
troops. He sounded a bit like Horus – a natural commander.”)
he still has that habit from the pjo days when he just follows whatever dangerous plan came to his mind and everybody around him thinks he’s suicidal, and it’s so dramatic and by the end everybody’s impressed (“‘You don’t even have your sword,’ I protested. ‘You’ll die!’
Percy managed a crooked smile. ‘Just run in there as soon as it starts.’
‘As soon as what starts?’ […] The petsuchos
turned towards us, roaring in anger, and Percy charged straight at him.
[…] He stopped in front of the crocodile and raised his arms. I figured he was planning some
kind of magic, but he spoke no command words. He had no staff or wand. He just stood
there and looked up at the crocodile as if to say, Here I am! I’m tasty!
[…] Then I saw what was happening. As Percy raised his arms, the water began swirling
counterclockwise. It started around the croc’s feet and quickly built up speed until the
whirlpool encompassed the entire cul-de-sac, spinning strongly enough that I could feel it
pulling me sideways.”)
and I mean impressed: “And I could see just how impressive Percy’s magic trick was.
The entire cul-de-sac was engulfed in a hurricane. Percy stood at the edge, unmoved,
but the water was churning so fast now that even the giant crocodile lost his footing.
Wrecked cars scraped along the pavement. Mailboxes were pulled out of lawns and swept
away. The water increased in volume as well as speed, rising up and turning the entire
neighbourhood into a liquid centrifuge.
It was my turn to be stunned.”
it doesn’t take him long to win Carter’s respect, despite their differences
his wolf stare is still strong and he’s pretty intimidating (”He stared at me. Those stormy green eyes really were kind of scary. Then he smiled,
and he looked like a regular teenager, without a care in the world.”)
My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but
she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least
the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom
she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured
dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff
he leaned on.
In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.
summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon
Monday. A fresh start to the week, bringing a close to deadlines as new deals began. The office as always was bustling with life, colleagues sharing mundane details of their past weekend and plans for the next. However, an interesting topic or rather rumour was making it’s way around the office at a frightening speed. You’re preparing your first cup of coffee that morning when you hear it, feminine sniggers to the right of you.
You say you hit your head? Enjoy not getting any sleep.
Some context: I work in a nursing home. Nightshift on a men’s dementia floor, to be exact. I’ve posted a few stories here before, but they were about family members rather than residents, so here’s one about a resident. Some minor details changed and no identifying information given to coincide with HIPAA.
Normally, I wouldn’t harbor ill-will towards any resident since dementia makes them do bad things and it’s not their fault. A perfectly sweet lady can become an abusive prick once the Alzheimer’s kicks in. But this resident in particular didn’t have dementia. He was 100% legally competent and totally with it and not even in his thirties yet, he was just stuck on my floor because he was physically incapable of taking care of himself due to a lack of strength in his arms and legs caused by some injury. As for why he was on my unit instead of in a hospital or taken care of at home… that’s anyone’s guess, but judging by his behavior I assume it was because no one could stand to be around him for more than five minutes and we tend to get a lot of the residents with “behavioral issues.” Just so we’re clear, this guy wasn’t our normal case of “dear ol’ grandpa who was shellshocked in ‘Nam is now violent due to dementia,” this guy was mentally sound and was just a jerk.
Case in point, this guy was frequently abusive (physically, verbally, and sometimes even sexually) with the staff. He also had a severe case of “Oh and one more thing” whenever anyone tried to help him, going as far as to frequently lie and make stuff up for people to do just for attention or to exert control or whatever.
Naturally, dealing with difficult people is my job, but this guy had no excuse to be as difficult as he was, so I had absolutely no patience for the man and neither did literally anybody staffed on that floor. When the people who very frequently deal with residents who make absurd demands and physically assault the staff are complaining that this guy (who, again, was completely with it) was too much to handle, you know it’s bad.
One particular night, after dealing with his crap for half an hour straight around 3AM (he didn’t tend to fall asleep until 4) it was getting ridiculous. I was trying my darndest to do what I could to help him because I had to, but my patience was wearing a bit thin so I was being a bit more terse than normal. At this point, he was insisting he needed a new bed alarm because his didn’t work. I told him, several times, that it was a silent bed alarm (so it rang the front desk but didn’t BEEP BEEP loudly itself so as to not disturb his roommate). To “prove” his point, he very suddenly conjured up all the strength his body somehow hid and flung himself off the bed as I stared in disbelief, not able to react.
The area he landed on was free of anything he might hurt himself on, and in fact, he had fall mats on the sides of his bed to catch him anyway. He also had a very low bed. In total, he fell about 6 inches onto a soft mat as I watched him. But this guy insisted he had hit his head (despite no object even coming with a foot of his head on his descent).
Normally, if a resident fell like that and someone watched it, we’d have to take vitals (incl. blood pressure) anyway just to make sure they’re alright, but the resident could refuse the vitals. But, he said he hit his head…
Naturally, I called in the nurse on duty. She’s normally a sweet lady who’d feel guilty if she looked at a fly wrong, but also had the sense of humor of a wet blanket. When I told her what actually happened (that he threw himself onto the mat and was fine) he insisted that he had actually fallen out of bed and hit his head, and that he needed a new bed alarm so that wouldn’t happen, somehow. Unfortunately for him, our policy is that if a resident says they hit their head, even if the fall was witnessed as the contrary, we have to treat it as though they hit their head. Also, our policy is that in such a fall, the resident gets vitals taken every 15 minutes for the next 4 hours. For added fun, the nurse also has to do neurochecks (stuff like shining a flashlight in your eye and asking you to move your legs and arms to make sure you’re not concussed), and the resident can’t refuse these because a concussion is quite serious!
I got to watch her gleefully explain all this to the man. He realized he wouldn’t be getting a wink of sleep that night and tried to backpeddle and admit that he hadn’t actually hit his head, but… sorry! Gotta follow procedure!
So from 3 to 7AM the nurse dutifully went back there every 15 minutes for a quick round of blood pressure and other fun stuff while he kept whining about how he just wanted to go to sleep. Honestly, I’m not even sure if she had to do the neurochecks every time as well, but she wanted to be extra careful, so she did them anyway.
WHY DOES HE HAVE A BO STAFF?! I’m so sick of people making Dick Grayson characters with Tim Drake traits. If you’re gonna name him Dick Grayson THEN MAKE HIM DICK GRAYSON. If you are gonna basically make him Tim Drake THEN NAME HIM TIM DRAKE. And this is obviously not just about the bo staff, every comics fan knows that the Robin from the Teen Titans cartoon is much more similar to Tim than Dick (from the appearance to the personality) but everyone insists on referring to him as Dick. Both Dick and Tim are great but very different characters that deserve respect and recognition, not to be blended into one character, with Dick getting all the recognition.
Imirrim-Chæma-Thiridion had answered a distress call. It had probably been stupid on xir part, but what was done was done.
A small ship, even smaller than xir, had crashed on a barren but breathable-to-most-species moon in the system of Hyaldnar. Xe had been making a delivery for xir mentor when xir communication system picked it up, and since xe was barely past adolescence, the journey of not even five rotations was making xem bored and seeing a crash site would be exciting. After all, it was probably an automated distress call, nothing could survive a crash to a rocky moon.
But there xe was, standing in front of a crumpled and burned wreck and the very much alive creature that had crawled out of it after perceiving xir pod landing. Imirrim cursed xir rotten luck, now xe would have to help the poor thing. Xe had been planning on just sight-seeing the wreck a bit, maybe later contact whatever species it had belonged to to tell it had crashed, if only to look good in front of xir mentor.
After a while of the creature gawking and baring it’s teeth at Imirrim, xe recognized the species as human, the fifth longest living space-faring species. Still, xe belonged to the second longest living, and Thalmors like xemself could outlive five humans each born at the moment of the previous one’s death. What had especially stuck from xir exobiology and alien anthropology lessons was humans’ way of expressing their emotions in strange and backwards ways, and their sheer capability to holding grudges. Great.
Imirrim approached the human slowly. It was approaching xem right back, still showing it’s teeth like it was attacking, but but humans expressed their emotions backwards, so that was good, right? Besides, the human was wounded and limping, and xe could outrun it if things went bad.
“Finally someone answered my call,” the human -a male, xe guessed- said as Imirrim was close enough. “I’ve been here for a week and I’m running out of water.”
A week? How was he alive?
“Oh, where are my manners,” the human said and extended the less damaged of its upper limbs towards Imirrim. “I’m Thomas Warren, from the human colony on Clyzma Al Carrim, farmer by profession.”
Imirrim carefully extended a cheliped to mimic the greeting, and did xir best not to flinch when the human grabbed it and shook it. “I am Imirrim-Chæma-Thiridion from planet Skismin, apprentice to the Grand Navigator.”
“It is very nice to meet you,” Thomas said and shook xir cheliped some more before finally letting go. “You mind taking me off this rock?”
Imirrim shifted xir weight from a foot to another to a third. “Sure.”
“Great!” Thomas said and pulled his lips even further back, revealing even more teeth, more than could possibly fit comfortably into a mouth that small. “I’ll be right back.” He limped back into the small shipwreck.
Imirrim was regretting this. It wasn’t customary to help strangers, especially from other species, since there was no telling what they could do. Humans had a reputation of being unpredictable, especially when wounded. And this ‘Thomas’ was covered in wounds, some looking much too severe for anyone to possibly survive.
Thomas emerged from his wreckage, carrying something that was clearly important if he was willing to retrieve it from a wreck while severely wounded. “So, Imirrim, was it? Where are you headed?”
Imirrim led the human to xir pod and helped him climb over the threshold. “Back to Skismin. You can get better help there.” If he stayed alive that long.
“Lovely, you’re a real life saver,” Thomas chuckled. “I’ll owe you one.”
To Imirrim’s surprise -and relief- Thomas did not die during the two rotations’ travel back to Skismin. He talked xir auditory membrane off and after a while filled the pod with the faint stench of alien blood, but all things considered he wasn’t the worst passenger. Once xe had docked the pod back on Skismin and had helped Thomas and his bag of belongings (which turned out to be an assortment of small possibly decorative items, data storage devices, clothes, and even a few ordinary rocks one could get anywhere but that were apparently ‘cool’) to the nearest emergency clinic, Thomas turned to xem one last time.
“If you ever find yourself in a bad spot, call me,” he said with a serious expression xe had come to recognize during their time at the small pod. “I owe you my life, just call and I’ll pay you back.”
Imirrim stared after him for a long while before turning away and heading to tell the Grand Navigator that hir delivery was received and thanked for, and to tell xir mentor about human Thomas Warren.
After xe had told hir what had passed, Imirrim asked one last question. “Master, what does it mean when a human says they 'owe their life’ to someone?”
The Grand Navigator’s age-reddened crest rose curiously. “Like you probably know, humans are known for holding grudges and for being almost insensibly loyal. While they keep in mind all wrong that has been done to them, they do not forget a good deed done to them either. 'Owing one’s life’ means you have done something to them that they regard highly of, usually the saving of a life, and that they will do anything in their power to, as they say, 'return the favor’. Did this Thomas say this to you?”
Imirrim nodded. “Right before he went with the medical staff, he said he owes me his life, and all I need to do in a time of distress is to call him and he will come.”
The Grand Navigator raised hir upper chelipeds in a sign of pride. “You have done well, my apprentice. To earn a human’s favor is a feat of great bravery and compassion. One day, you shall become a fine and daring Navigator, like the explorers before us.”
Imirrim ruffled his crest at the praise. Maybe answering the distress call wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Time went by, and Imirrim progressed from an appearance to a novice and on, up the ranks, and eventually landed a spot as the head Navigator on the long trade ship Pochella, traveling at high speeds through barely charted nebulas and dangerous asteroid fields. Xe plotted courses through the densest of rock fogs and past dangerous gravitational pulls, and not once did his calculations for the course fail.
Xe had lived many more cycles, many more than a human could ever live. Imirrim had counted- xe had kept a distant eye on Thomas Warren in case xe would ever have a need for the favor he had claimed to owe xem, but the need never came. He had died fifty-seven cycles after xe had rescued him, or seventy-two years, as humans counted time, and even more time had passed after that.
Still, even after all this time xe looked back at him for courage when daily life was hard and xir spirit was down. Xe had met and worked with humans many times now and they all shared the same spirit Thomas Warren had had, but none of them had left quite the same impression on xem as Thomas, who had smiled and joked through nine rotations on broken bones and told fondly of his family and farm back on Clyzma Al Carrim.
Imirrim had plotted a course through a particularly dense asteroid cloud, a course that would save the ship a lot of time and fuel. The ship was nearly out of the cloud when the proximity alarm went off and something clamped into the ship’s hull. The computer showed xir an approximate hologram of the something. It was a smaller and armed ship attaching itself to their ship.
The Cieruna members of the crew -small, short-lived, and feathery things with nimble hands and a sensitivity to electromagnetic fields- were screaming in terror. Pirates, they yelled, we can’t shake them off, we’re all going to die. Shush, xe said, we will not die. I’ll call for help, be quiet.
Imirrim galloped to the unoccupied communication post and sent a distress message on all frequencies. “This is Imirrim-Chæma-Thiridion, head navigator of the trade ship Pochella. We are inside the Halfway asteroid cloud. And we are under attack by pirates. Please help us.” Once the message was sent xe stepped away from the console and joined the crew in listening to the magnetic creaking of their hull in the morbid silence that had followed xir call.
The ship could not move, following the already plotted course with the extra weight and bulk of the pirate ship attached to them would be suicide, and finding a new safe route out without knowing the exact dimensions of the other ship was impossible, not to mention useless against the threat. All xe could do was hope for a miracle.
And a miracle xe got. Another proximity alarm sounded, and the computer showed an image of a charging mining pod, ten times smaller than the pirate ship and at least a hundred times smaller than Pochella. Outmatched, outgunned, it rammed the pirate ship and despite being hit by their lasers and missiles, it kept on pounding it with its grappling arms and mining lasers and asteroid bombs, everything it had. And finally, when the pod was leaking air and plasma and fuel into space, the pirate ship released its hold and retreated, engines sputtering and its hull dented and battered, and flew away from Pochella and the mad mining pod to safety of the asteroids.
“What was that? What happened? The Cieruna chirred and cheeped. “It is gone! We are saved!”
Imirrim was still looking at the hologram screen. The mining pod was all but destroyed in the short but fierce fight. Someone exited it, wearing a spacesuit and carrying something, and the pod engaged it’s barely functional engines and sped away leaving a trail of debris and smoke in its wake, until it finally exploded from the damage it had sustained a safe distance away.
Imirrim stared at the hologram for a moment, and shifted xir weight from a foot to another to a third. Xe input a code to the control panel and opened a small airlock near the creature that had saved them all. Xe set off from the bridge where xe was posted and galloped through corridors and climbed down stairs, until xe arrived in front of the airlock that had already closed and the creature that had successfully boarded the ship.
“Are you Imirrim-Chæma-Thiridion?” The creature asked. Xe nodded, all the while looking the spacesuited being up and down. Four limbs, two for walking and two for holding. No tail, short neck but a neck nonetheless. No added room for fins or spikes or crests. It was a human.
The human handed their possession to xem -a lumpy bag that both felt and looked like it had rocks in it- and pulled off their helmet.
The human was ruffled and grizzled and had spark burns on his face and his eyes were serious, but he was baring his teeth in a joyous smile. He extended a hand to greet xem and Imirrim took hold of it and shook it.
“I am Stepa Warren,” the human introduced himself. “You rescued my grandfather from a shipwreck when he was young. He spoke fondly of you til his dying day. It is an honor to meet you.”
Craig Of The Creek Pilot Now On The Cartoon Network App!
Craig is a 10-year-old boy who spends his afternoons playing in the wooded stretch of suburban wilderness known as the Creek. When he loses his beloved staff down a storm drain, Craig must journey with his best friends Kelsey and JP to find the entrance to the sewers hidden in the Creek and get it back.”
*Wakes up in a pool of blood* What... What happened? I thought we all...
Died? *laughs* Heavens no! ... Well, yes. But only momentarily! Your hearts barely had time to stop beating! After Reaper broke my staff, he merely drained all of your blood. So! I just put it back in! *Pouring blood into Junkrat's chest*
I refuse to believe it's that easy.
I know! Why do people even go to medical school?
Wait, how'd you separate out all the blood types?
Ha! "Different types of blood"! Sym came back stupid!
Ha! Yes, what foolishness... *Whispering* Satya, I've been using my own underwear to sponge blood out of puddles. Trust me. The type is the least of your problems.
Oh God... Are we going to be okay...?
I would drink plenty of water. Oh, and blood if you can find any.
do you ever think of how pure & sweet seokjin is?? like his heart events?? he puts so much effort into them like first of all, thinking of where to hide them & making them?? like for example that big ass heart that he made for us that he had to ask the staff members to help him with or that hanger that he somehow, i don’t even know how, bent to form the shape of a heart?? he even asked his staff members to do him this favor (of helping him cut his hearts) because he wanted to give armys this surprise & im just so touched by how sweet he is. on top of that, he gave us a new superhero to look up to, heart man, & he did it when all the members were emotional & crying to cheer them up like if that isn’t enough to make you love him i really don’t know what to say.
No-no, lance with a fake mermaid tail that he wears in the water and entertaining kids. A hose that constantly provides air so he can stay underwater for long periods of time. Swimming with peaceful fish in a large tank.
Okay I absolutely LOVE THIS so give me an entire Voltron aquarium AU
Voltron Aquarium was owned by Alfor, but he retired and his best friend Coran took over
His daughter Allura wanted to take over because she studies zoology but she’s still young and in school and Alfor wants her to graduate ,so Coran takes over so he knows his staff will still be taken care of
Allura still plays a huge part, she’s one of their best animal handlers and she teaches a lot of programs for local schools
Shiro is their primary physician for the animals, so he and Allura usually work together a lot to see if problems are medical or behavioral and just generally make sure the animals are happy and healthy
Hunk works there too, as a sort of grounds keeper and technician to make sure the outdoor displays look nice, the exhibits have proper lighting and temperatures and space and nothing is broken
And during the summer they offer boat tours! They have a boat they keep at a local marina and Hunk drives the boat while Allura teaches programs
Pidge can’t work there because she’s still in high school, but she volunteers there every weekend bc she’s a huge nerd
Sometimes she helps Allura teach programs and she knows all the animals and could babble about their ecosystems for hours
Keith is a marine biology and environmental science student at the local college and is there basically all the time because he has a membership that gets him free admission
Shiro is his best friend from childhood and they both grew up on the beach and developed a love for aquatic life so they both study it
So Keith goes there to hang out with Shiro, lend a hand when it’s needed bc he knows the whole staff and aquarium pretty well, but mostly he just hangs out by his favorite exhibits while doing homework
A local extremist “animal rights” group and publication called GALRA holds protests outside the aquarium saying that holding animals in captivity is wrong
The staff is annoyed and Pidge fights them a lot bc they work with a lot of conservation groups to create animal welfare programs and protect water rights, and their animals are all well taken care of with appropriate exhibits
Nevertheless GALRA is loud and public, and so they notice they’ve been losing money, especially on the days when the protestors are there
So they need a big new idea that can bring people in, but it has to be something they can be public about without GALRA condemning them and making things even worse
Hunk is the one who suggests it, he knows his neighbor is obsessed with ocean life and is a professional mermaid
It’s perfect because the aquarium needs a non-animal based exhibit and Lance has been struggling to make ends meet
He works during the day as a fitness instructor, and he’s studying at the community college nearby, but the mermaid thing is mostly just a hobby that he and his partner Plaxum do every once in a while
He and Plaxum get hired as a mermaid duo to perform shows fairly regularly
Keith shows up one day and notices it’s really crowded and is like ???? because he doesn’t know of any new exhibits or anything
So he goes exploring and sees one of the pools is occupied by two people
He looks around and there’s no staff around, are these people trespassing? So he goes over and starts telling Lance that guests can’t just jump into the pool, and there’s a crowd gathering so he needs to get out before he gets in huge trouble
Lance just looks all confused, then laughs and is like “Come back in 20 minutes”
So Keith gets all annoyed and leaves but he can’t help it, he’s curious, so he comes back later to see that these people are still in the pool, only now he notices they have mermaid tails and are putting on a whole show
And look, Lance may have just been doing this mostly as a hobby, but dang if he isn’t good at it
Turns out Lance is studying ecology and biology and like wow, he knows what he’s talking about
He and Plaxum look so graceful performing these shows, and he is really good at charming the audience and putting on a very convincing act while also teaching kids about marine ecology
At first Keith thinks it’s silly but I mean, Lance is very attractive and the mermaid costume is doing wonders for him
And Lance has his whole mermaid act, so he is very sassy and fun and teases Keith when he gets caught staring at them and pretending not to be invested
But like he’s clearly there with Plaxum and so he kinda just observes from afar
Except he’s there late one day, and sees Lance leaving after a show, and Keith realizes this is his first time seeing Lance with clothes, and his hair is dry and kinda curly from the water, and he looks tired but so so cute
So Keith is like whoaaa okay run away but nope, Lance sees him and starts up a conversation
And it turns out the mermaid persona is like, exactly that, a persona? And Lance is actually very sweet and soft-spoken and nice and wow Keith is done for
Keith just so happens to start hanging around the aquarium during every show, and Lance is an oblivious idiot who thinks he’s there to watch Plaxum and be a fish nerd
Cue some good old fashioned mutual pining
Until one day, Keith is hanging around waiting for Shiro to clock out and notices Hunk talking to Lance
So Keith starts to walk over and Lance doesn’t notice and Keith overhears him talking about how cute some guy is and how he’s there all the time but he only ran into him the one time and he can’t be flirting while doing a show
Keith is all :( because Lance likes someone else
And Lance still doesn’t notice him and is like “I don’t even know his name! I just call him cute mullet boy with the red jacket in my head” and like
Cue Hunk looking behind Lance to Keith, with his mullet and his red jacket and a freaking lightbulb goes off
So Hunk is like “His name is Keith” and Lance is like ?!?!?! you know him?! Can you introduce me?
So Hunk is like ummmm introduce yourself
And Lance turns around and realizes Keith has been eavesdropping and wow they are both very gay
So they start dating and they’re the ocean’s greatest power couple
Anyways Lance’s exhibit does wonderfully and GALRA can’t fight them on it and the protestors stop showing up so business is doing really well
And it’s happy and gay and mermaids bring everyone together!
Sorry, I’m late,” Harry said as he hurriedly tied on his apron. “I swear it was the tube this - What? What’s wrong?”
Harry took in his boss’s expression and realised he wasn’t in trouble for being late. If anything, it was his boss that looked apologetic.
“I need you to train our new barista,” Tonks said, a weak smile not quite reaching her eyes.
“Of course,” Harry answered automatically. He had trained new staff before. It wasn’t too hard as long as the cafe wasn’t overrun with customers. And it was only a Tuesday. “Are they here yet?”
Tonks jerked an arm behind her and stepped to the side so Harry could see. Leaning on the counter by the cafe’s coffee machine was a tall, blonde-haired man with pointy features and long limbs. He was wearing the standard cafe apron over a three piece suit and a crisp white shirt secured with silver cufflinks. Despite the cups piling up next to the machine left by the register staff, he didn’t appear interested in fulfilling any orders.
“He’s…a little difficult,” Tonks explained, “But he’s my cousin and I promised his mother I’d get him a job. I’ve been trying to teach him but he’s testing my patience. Can you please take him off my hands so I can do some accounting? Please?”
Harry looked the man up and down. The phrase ‘fish out of water’ came to mind…“He doesn’t look like he needs a job.”
“He didn’t. Until last week. His parents were just jailed for fraud and embezzlement. They lost everything.”
Harry supposed he should feel sorry for the man, losing his parents, losing his money all in one go. But when the man stood there, with a snotty, disinterested expression, dressed in the most inappropriate clothes, that a month of Harry’s shifts still wouldn’t cover, it was hard to feel anything but resentment.
He sighed and nodded at Tonks. “I’l teach him,” he agreed.
Tonks actually jumped with relief - making Harry immediately regret his decision - and clapped Harry on the shoulder appreciatively before wasting no time in rushing back into the office in the cafe kitchens.
Harry took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back. He could handle a snotty rich kid. He headed over quickly, conscious of the mounting coffee orders.
“Hey, I’m Harry,” he said on approach, holding out a hand. The man stared at it, his expression unchanging. “This is the part where you tell me your name and we shake hands,” Harry prompted.
The man’s lip curled. “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” he said, still making no move to shake.
Harry lowered his hand, already understanding why Tonks had taken the opportunity to run away when she did. “So, what do you know about coffee?” He asked.
That got a reaction. The man - Draco - pushed off the counter and stood up straight, staring down at Harry pointedly. “I’m not a moron. I know how to make coffee.”
Harry blinked back up at Draco for a moment. He hadn’t noticed from afar how impossibly grey the man’s eyes were.