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Miles Wood - Needy

Originally posted by adamhenriques

Request: “ Hi! Can you please do a Miles Wood imagine of how y/n is busy on the phone and Miles is in a needy mood so he tries everything to distract her and get her away from the phone. Then he tries cuddling with her and massaging her and kissing her on the neck and it starts to work and y/n tries to ignore him as much as she can but she fails and ends the call and gives in to him! Thanks!

This is a very detailed request and quite frankly I’m living for it.

Warnings: None!

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This has happened to me before because I’m human but most people have been understanding. So today I punched in the wrong amount on the register and I get very flustered when having to do mental math in my head because math is just not my subject. Not wanting to mess up my till in order to give the elderly lady back her change, I went to get a calculator. This particular time it was super busy and I hurried to subtract the amount and ended up giving her 6 cents instead of what should have been 60 cents. She slammed the change on the counter and said “It’s 60 cents. Learn how to subtract.” And she started mumbling on the way out of the store. Sorry my job doesn’t require me to do mental math and I made a mistake. She said it with such a VENOMOUS and HATEFUL tone too. I get it was my fault and misread the amount on the calculator and I understand it was 60 cents once I was able to think to myself the amount because I can figure it out in my head once I wasn’t so rushed to get everyone out of my line. I was in a hurry but everyone makes mistakes and not everyone can do mental math on the fly. I know I’m not the only one either that has this issue as a cashier. Which maybe it’s a bad thing most people don’t know how to give back change without the register telling them but there’s no need to be hateful about it.

Presenting: Scorpius…the rapper. (I’m so sorry - I don’t know what any of this is.)

Doodle inspired in part by the incredible works of @platinasi. 😄Wishing you luck on the upcoming national nursing license exams!! ✨

-Yes, that’s supposed to be the Time-Turner on his chain. Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it. True, only the adults use this one in Cursed Child, but let’s just ignore that, okay?

-So I like to think Scorpius’s propensity for singing + killer pun game + tendency toward wordiness in general = rapper potential.


-But you can’t deny that the boy who gave us “engorgimpressed” and “it’s time that time-turning became a thing of the past” wouldn’t be able to spit some clever rhymes. Plus he genuinely sings nearly every other line in the play so he’s clearly musically inclined.

-The biggest challenge he faces is choosing a rapper name to use during the one (1) week (albeit the longest week of poor Albus’s life) that he spends fixating on this potential career path. There are simply too many to choose from. I mean…

(Btw, Albus is normal, Scorpius is italics.)

-“Scorpius the Dreadless”

-“Malfoy the Unanxious”

-“Scorpion King”

-“Son of the Dark Lord” “Do you really want more people to call you that?” “I thought maybe I should just embrace it…”

-“Pepper Imp” “Scorpius, no, you can’t call yourself that.” “But there’s a Muggle rapper named after a Muggle candy! Have you ever tried Muggle candy? It’s fan-taaastic!”

-“$corpiu$” “We’re supposed to be English, remember?” “Oh, right…”

-“MC Awkward” (I shit you not, I took a rapper name quiz as Scorpius and this is what it came up with for him.)

-“Floorpius. It’ll make more sense when I’m famous for my breakdancing. I’m playing the long game, Albus.” “Please…no more-pius.” (Credit to @ohscorbus for coining “Floorpius.” Bless you for this gem.✨)

-“Hyper.i.on.am” “But you’ve changed it.” “So?” “So it’s technically not your middle name anymore.” “It’s close.” “It won’t make sense now, Scorpius.” “But I’m…so hyper…”

-“Master Malfoy…It’s what our House-elf calls me…”

-“Hyper Ion” “That’s not even clever.”

-“Lil Scorpy” “OKAY, ALBUS! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION.” “No, no, Scorpius, I was kidding - it was a joke!” “NOPE. I LIKE IT. CALL ME THAT.” “S-scorpius…p-please…I’m begging you…no.”

*12 hours later*

-“Scorpioncé” “Go to sleep, Scorpius.”

-He’s also definitely tried to commit the Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood to memory via rap. 

-And on one hand, I think Scorpius probably listens to songs and is entirely oblivious to any and all innuendo present, but on the other hand…engorgimpressed.

Hunk Garrett x Blind!Reader

(This is kind of a Voltron x ATLA crossover, but only in the sense where the reader can see when their feet or hands are touching earth/metal. IDK ideas just pop into my head and I need to write them lol)

Zarkon stared down at his newest weapon, made by the hands of Haggar and her fellow druids. “You will take down the paladins of voltron, whether you want to or not.” The young lady’s eyes were covered in a white bandage, stained red and dripping with her blood. The young lady panted, trying to figure her surrounding out. “The Paladins of Voltron will defeat you… My torture and weaponizing was all for naught.” zarkon removed himself from the throne and grabbed her by the hair, “You WILL kill the paladins.” She grunted, trying to stand in a position where the rough hand entangled in her bloody locks wouldn’t hurt as severely. “I’d rather rot!” she mumbled. If sh knew the direction his face was she would spit in it.

“Suit yourself…”

Allura started to unfold the plans for their next attack. “Zarkon keeps a lot of his weaponized prisoners on this asteroid here. He put it there because its harder to get to and more undetected.” The princess explained, leaning on her hands which were placed on the hologram projector. Coran adding into the schematics of the plan. “We wont be able to save everyone in one visit, data shows that Zarkon and a large Galra fleet is still in the area, so we will have Pidge hack the security system and see where the strongest weapon is.”

Shiro looked over the plan carefully, “What if this is a setup? It has happened before where, we were tricked into something like this.” Kieth looked over and crossed his arms, “even if it’s just one prisoner, it’ll be less of a threat to us in the future.” He said with a small shrug.

Lance and Hunk added in their two cents, “For once, I actually agree with Kieth, even if there is no one in the prison, we can still mess up their stuff and they cant use that prison.” Lance chimed in. Shiro nodded at their words, “So, we are all in agreement?” The team replied with a low chorus of ‘yes’. “Well then, to your lions paladins!”

Pidge went in first with her cloaking device on, “Be careful Pidge.” Hunk called through the communicator, worried for his friend. Pidge gave a low grunt in response as she snuck through the complex to find the control room. Once the green paladin made it into the main control room, she plugged in her laptop and began hacking, “Keep an eye out on the guards, I cant hack and watch the security cameras at the same time.” She whispered. The comm was silent for a minute, then two, then three. “Got it… Most of the prisoners here were already either taken out or killed, but there is one left, they deemed it too unstable and rebellious. They still decided to keep it and break its will…” she said before adding a few more taps to the keyboard. “Hunk is the closest, on the bottom floor, and the cell is made entirely of plastic and glass, not metal.”

Hunk nodded and got his bayard ready, “Got it, Pidge, tell me where to go, everyone else keep an eye out in case the Galra come back here.” Hunk called out. “Already got you covered Hunk.” Lance replied. Hunk quickly opened the door, with a little bit of force, an saw them sitting, facing the door, eyes covered in the bloody bandages and clothes in tatters. “I still wont do it, I wont help you Galra! You MONSTERS!” She called. Hunk kneeled down in front of her, “It’s alright, I’m a paladin of voltron. My name is Hunk.” The female was taken back, backing up on her hands a little bit. “Can you see at all?” He asked, grabbing their hand to help them to their feet, “Not in here, the floor is glass. I cant see unless I feel vibrations from the earth and metal.” She explained before hearing the alarms blare. Hunk pulled her along, racing back to his lion, “We can finish introductions later, but for now, we need to get you out of here.”

Pidge and Hunk got back tot their lions, “Shiro, we should get out of here!” Lance called out. Kieth quickly used his magma beam on the small facility, before they all flew back to the castle and escaped.

To Be Continued maybe???

Part 2 is here : https://drabblesrus.tumblr.com/post/163577393716/hunk-garrett-x-blind-reader-part-2
Study Saving Tips!!

I know that buying school supplies every year can be crazy expensive, so I thought I would try to compile my tips for not spending too much every year. 

Saving Money 

  • Use coupons and price match! Sometimes you can find a really good deal at a store thats too far away from your house… but stores like Staples and Walmart will match their price if you can bring in a flyer. 
  • Avoid overbuying. Wait until the class has started to ask your teachers what supplies you will need. If you don’t want to be pressed for time on the first day of classes, ask someone who has already taken the class. 
  • Look beyond just office supply stores. If you know that you need a lot of something, check warehouse stores like Costco! I also advise to always be on the look out… I once paid 25 cents for 30 duotangs at a garage sale!
  • Check websites like Kijiji and Craigslist. Most supplies can’t be sold secondhand (pencils, paper, etc.) but if you need something like a graphing calculator or a specific computer program, this is a great way to find a deal. 
  • Use Google Docs if you can’t afford Word programs. 
  • Look for websites that will give you free memberships if you have an .edu email. I’m pretty sure that Amazon Prime and other websites will let you join for free if you’re in college. 
  • Figure out what is worth buying name brand and what isn’t. To me, a ruler is just a ruler… if you can get one for 99 cents, why bother paying more? Things like binders and pencils are different. If the cheap version is going to break right away, it might be worth it to splurge. 
  • Check if the expensive items you buy have a warranty. I know that things like the “Staples Better Binder” and some more expensive pen brands have warranties. Make sure that if you see there is a warranty that you talk to the cashier about how to make sure you can use it… You will probably have to keep the receipt and possibly even register the item online. 

Reusing Supplies

  • Look for a binder exchange program. I know that at my school, we have a bin that people can leave old binders that they are done with in a bin and you can just take them! 
  • Use a razor to cut out used pages from notebooks. I always buy huge notebooks for classes and then never use more than the first 15 pages… you can get rid of the first few pages and use the notebook next year. 
  • Use paper inserts for binder covers, instead of something permanent. 
  • Label dividers with cut up index cards when you run out of inserts. Don’t just throw out dividers because you don’t have the labels that they came with! Make your own. 
  • Use hairspray to clean Sharpie off of old supplies. I love to write my name and class directly onto notebooks and folders at the start of the year. If they are made of a hard plastic, you can use hairspray to take off the sharpie and relabel them for the next year! 

Feel free to reblog and add your own!! 

Hot baristas, Starbucks, Cute Deer and Caffe Macchiatos.


Sehun is a ridiculously attractive and blunt and emotionless barista working at a local coffee shop. He tells himself he doesn’t have time for love, with college and all, nor does he really need it. However, on one fateful day, a cute guy by the name of Luhan steps into the game and begins to frequent at the coffee shop. And, boy is he determined to prove Sehun wrong.

Author: flawless-1802

Genres: Barista!AU, lots of fluff, romance, friendship

Side pairings: Chanbaek, Kaisoo


‘One regular cappuccino.’

‘An Espresso, thanks. Small size. ’

'A large caramel latte and a regular mocha latte.’

To say Sehun’s life is boring would be an understatement. It’s mundane. It’s repetitive. It’s dull. When he’s not in class or at home studying, he’s here, working at a small but well-known coffee shop to pay for his tuition fee and other expenses. It’s exhausting. It’s tedious.

Sehun wishes he had something to add a bit of spice into his life, but being the unmotivated, blunt asshole that he is, he can’t really be bothered spending any extra effort finding it.

But, as it turns out, he doesn’t have to, seeing as it, or rather, he, found Sehun first.

The first time Sehun saw him was sometime during mid-October. It was an uncharacteristically chilly Saturday evening, but the heating in the cafe managed to combat it. The sky was grey and beginning to darken when he stepped in.

The door opened with its usual soft ring of the bell, bringing with it an icy draft from outside. Sehun’s shift was just about finished and his patience was wearing thin after having to deal with a full day of serving customers, some more demanding than others.

“Welcome to The Coffee Bean. How may I help you?” he greeted monotonously, not even sparing the new customer a glance, not noticing the sudden whispers rising from the people sitting in the cafe, coupled with the occasional giggle.

“One pumpkin spice latte, thanks!” a cheery voice chirped in front of him. Sehun blinked and looked up.

Standing there, dressed in skinny jeans and an oversized grey sweater, a red beanie on a mop of tousled honey hair and a ridiculously attractive smile adorning his face, was possibly the cutest guy Sehun had ever laid eyes upon. His breath hitched for a moment as he stared at the stranger, dumbfounded.

Before reality came crashing back down and snapped him out of his trance. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he regarded the stranger’s order with a small amount of distaste. “You do know this isn’t Starbucks, right?”

The stranger giggled. Giggled. His happy smile never disappearing for a second. Sehun was beginning to dislike this guy more and more, even after his stupid daze at first. No one should be this cheery all the time and it was beginning to wear on his nerves. Sehun was never the most patient of people when dealing with others.

“Of course I know! The Starbucks I usually go to is closed for renovation, so I came here instead! You guys do have Pumpkin Spice Lattes, right?” The innocent, hopeful glimmer in the stranger’s large doe eyes reminded Sehun of a five-year-old. A five-year-old with horrible taste in coffee….

Like most other baristas, Sehun had a healthy contempt for Starbucks coffee.

'If you can really call it that….’ Sehun thought to himself, shivering slightly at the thought of the horrid brown sludge that was Starbucks 'coffee’. “Uh, no. Unfortunately, we don’t.”

The stranger’s expression fell as he pouted in the most adorable way possible. “Really? That’s a shame… Then I guess I’ll just have to have a regular Caffe Macchiato then…” He was still pouting, the disappointment clear in his voice.

This guy….

“That’ll be 5 dollars 80, thanks,” Sehun decided to just get on with it quickly so that he could go home. His shift had now been over for 5 minutes and all he wanted to do was collapse onto his soft, comfortable bed at his dorm….

“Okay!” The baby-faced boy smiled brightly, snapping Sehun out of his thoughts and handing him the exact amount of change. “Thanks!”

“Your drink will be ready in a moment,” Sehun muttered before proceeding to make it, conscious of the stranger’s gaze staring at him.

“What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, smiling happily. Sehun raised an eyebrow. Why does he want to know? It’s on my name tag, idiot.

“Sehun,” he replied curtly, adding just the right amount of steamed milk into the styrofoam cup.

“Really? Well, my name’s Luhan. Nice to meet you!” The caramel haired boy, Luhan, introduced himself, still smiling. Does this guy ever stop smiling? It annoys me… and gives me the creeps.

Placing the lid on the hot beverage, he handed it to Luhan, “Here’s your drink. enjoy,” He said with the littlest amount of enthusiasm as he could. Luhan seemed to pout ever-so-slightly, before he switched back to that irritating smile, leaving Sehun wondering if he was seeing things.

“Okay, thanks! Have a nice night, Sehunnie!” He giggled, his eyes twinkling mischievously, before skipping out of the cafe, leaving Sehun standing in shock.

What did he just call me…?


The second time he met him was about a week later, on Sunday. Sehun had just finished dealing with a particularly rude customer and was left in a rather bad mood, certainly not one to deal with the happy-go-lucky idiot, so when Luhan stepped into the cafe with the familiar twinkle of the bell, Sehun couldn’t help but groan mentally.

“How may I help you?” His tone was dull and flat and Luhan seemed to notice.

“Everything okay, Sehunnie?”

Sehun scowled. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Eh? But it’s cute!” Luhan pouted. “I like it!”

The other boy merely sighed, running a hand through his bleached blonde hair, too tired to argue. “Whatever. Your order?”

He didn’t care that he was being rude. He was never an overly nice person anyway. Luhan pouted slightly before taking a look at the menu. “Hmm…. I’ll have the same as last time. A regular Caffe Macchiato.”

Sehun nodded, tapping the screen of the computer and accepting the 5 dollars and 80 cents, once again in the exact amount of change. Sehun then proceeded to make Luhan’s drink. After a moment of silence, Luhan piped up, causing Sehun to sigh internally. He wasn’t in the mood for idle conversation. In fact, he was never in the mood for any sort of conversation, really.

“Hey Sehun, are you always this grumpy? Or do I just have the unfortunate luck of catching you whenever you’re in a bad mood?”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, slightly glaring at Luhan, “Excuse me?”

Who does this kid think he is?!

“I’m just kidding!” Luhan giggled, his eyes twinkling with that same mischievous, amused light. “But Sehunnie, you should really lighten up! Kids like you shouldn’t be frowning so much! You’ll get wrinkles!”

“Did you just call me a kid?!” Sehun asked incredulously. This guy barely looks 15, who is he, calling me a kid?


“Excuse me, but I hardly think you’re older than me!” The blonde boy protested. Usually, he wouldn’t be bothered arguing, but this guy seriously drove him up the wall with his constant annoying smile and irritatingly cheerful attitude. And to think Sehun had only met this guy twice!

“I highly doubt it,” Luhan had raised an eyebrow, still smiling. His eyes, however, held a knowing, almost challenging glint, as if he was daring Sehun to say otherwise. “You see, I’m 23.”

He said it with an alarmingly adorable straight face that Sehun had to blink, taking a moment to process what he said.


This guy looks 15! How the hell is he 23!?

“I’m telling the truth!” Luhan seemed to notice the other boy’s dubious expression. “I’ve got a bit of a baby face, but trust me, I’m a real manly man!”

He did not just call himself a manly man….

“Says the guy who tried ordering Pumpkin Spice Latte….” Sehun muttered quietly to himself, before shaking his head. “Whatever. Here’s your order. Enjoy.”

Luhan pouted, but he accepted his drink. “I’ll prove it to you, Sehunnie!” he declared, attracting the attention of many people in the cafe. Sehun glowered at him slightly, looking around apprehensively. “I’ll prove to you I’m a manly man!! Just you wait!”

“Sir… you’re-”

“Anyway, bye bye Sehunnie! I’ll be back again!” Luhan waved cheerily before skipping out of the shop without another word, leaving multiple people to stare at Sehun, as if it was his fault the happy-go-lucky idiot was so loud.  He took a deep breath and tried to regain his calm, cool attitude. It worked, to a certain degree.

“Hey, Sehun. You alright?” a deep voice asked. Sehun looked up to see Chanyeol, his freakishly tall colleague and friend. He was staring at Sehun with kind, concerned eyes and Sehun nodded silently, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

“I’m fine…just, let me have a moment to calm down. Otherwise, I’m worried I might chase after that guy and murder him.”

“Who was he, anyway?” Chanyeol asked, sounding interested. “I think I saw him here last time, too.”

“No one… Just a guy with horrible taste in coffee…” Sehun muttered, back to normal with his usual cool, uncaring demeanour.

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow but remained silent. His eyes said it all.

Sehun arrived home that night utterly exhausted. The shop had been unusually busy and one of the other workers had called in sick, leaving just Chanyeol, Sehun and Suho, another friend and the manager of the shop.

“Woah, you look like shit,” the annoying voice of his roommate and best friend commented as he collapsed onto the couch.

“Fuck off, Kai,” Sehun mumbled into the cushion on the couch, burying his face into it.

“Rough day?”


“You alright?”


“Anything interesting happen?”

For a brief moment, the annoying idiot, Luhan, flashed into his mind before he pushed it away. “No.”

He heard Kai sigh, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, 'Unresponsive asshole.’ before walking off, dodging the cushion Sehun threw at him.

The blonde boy sighed, unwillingly dragging himself off the couch and towards his shared room with Kai, cursing at his aching body and stiff muscles.

The other boy was already perched on his bed, typing away on his phone, ignoring Sehun as he sauntered into the room.

After a moment of silence, Kai looked up, a small, silly smile on his face. “I saw Kyungsoo today.”

“Good for you,” came Sehun’s incredibly unenthusiastic response. Kai scowled, throwing a pillow and Sehun, who didn’t even bother dodging and just lay there on his bed, eyes closed.

Do Kyungsoo was in the year above Kai and Sehun and the long-time secret crush of the former’s. He was a nice guy, Sehun acknowledged, but a bit scary, if he was honest. But Kai absolutely adored him, so Sehun supported his best friend.

After a while, Kai seemed to get the message that Sehun was in no mood for conversation, and kept quiet, shutting off the light and turning on his bedside lamp so that Sehun could sleep more peacefully. He may be an asshole, but he did care for Sehun just a little bit.

Slowly, Sehun drifted off to sleep, dreaming about honey coloured hair, maroon beanies and Pumpkin spice lattes.


As promised, Luhan was back a few days later, sporting that familiar annoying grin. Sehun resigned himself to serving him again, silently cursing Chanyeol who just had to go on break a few minutes prior.

“Sehunnie!” Luhan chirped, bouncing over to the counter. “How are you?”

“Spectacular,” he replied flatly. “Order?”

“Same thing as last time, thanks!”


Luhan pouted as he handed Sehun the exact amount again. “Are you unhappy to see me? You sound so unenthusiastic…”

Well, I’m not exactly jumping out of joy….

“I’m sorry, this is just my normal voice. I can’t do anything to change that.” Sehun replied, still in that same dull tone.

“Oh, ok! So I’m not annoying you by coming?” he was smiling that annoying smile again.


“Not at all,”

“That’s good to hear!”

“Here’s your drink, Enjoy.”


However, instead of leaving like he usually did, he skipped over to an empty booth and sat down. Sehun raised an eyebrow at his action, but decided to ignore him.

A few minutes later, he found his eyes unconsciously wandering over to the honey-haired boy, only to find him already staring back already. He caught his eye for a moment before tearing his gaze away, berating himself for getting distracted.

Over the next hour, Luhan stayed at the cafe, staring intently at Sehun, driving him nuts. Even Chanyeol noticed and sent Sehun a suggestive wiggle of eyebrows and a pointed glance in Luhan’s direction, which was promptly ignored.

However, Sehun couldn’t help but allow his eyes to stray every now and then to where Luhan was sitting. Every time he did, Luhan would perk up and wave enigmatically, smiling happily, causing Sehun to immediately look away.

Every time he did, Luhan smiled.



Slowly, over the next few weeks, Luhan’s presence became a constant thing. He came almost every day, sometimes staying for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours. Sehun’s colleagues began referring to him as 'Sehun’s Customer’, much to the embarrassment of the 19-year-old maknae. Luhan would always make an effort to stay and chat for a bit, asking some questions while telling some stories about his own life. Although the conversations were continued with great reluctance at first, Sehun began to learn more about the boy, like how he had a borderline addiction for caffeine and how he adored cats and how he liked extra froth in his macchiato.

It became almost a habit of Sehun’s to have a cup of Caffe macchiato, brewed just the way he knew Luhan would like, ready the moment the cheery boy stepped through the doors, handing it to him without a word the instant he approached the counter. It always brought a happy grin to Luhan’s face and Sehun couldn’t deny that he felt the tiniest burst of warmth at the sight of his annoying smile and energetic 'thanks!’.

Almost without Sehun realising, he began to anticipate Luhan’s daily visits, immediately perking up whenever he stepped into the room. Over the course of a month, they had slowly become friends, and although Sehun was reluctant at first, he began to enjoy Luhan’s visits.

One day, Luhan had decided he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh Sehun!” He exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of many other customers trying to enjoy their afternoon coffee. He stormed up to the counter and pouted angrily (is that even possible?) at the surprised Sehun.


“I’ve had enough!”

“Of what? Coffee?” Sehun looked bewildered. What had he done? Where did this sudden angry Luhan come from?

“No, you idiot!” Now Luhan also looked exasperated. “I’ve visited you every day for about a month now and yet you still haven’t asked!”

“Asked for what!? Your phone number!?”



“Wait, what!?” Sehun blinked rapidly. “I was kidding!”

Luhan scowled. “Well, I’m serious! I’ve waited for far too long! I’m getting impatient!”

Sehun stared at him for a moment longer, before returning to his work, totally ignoring him, much to the shock and indignation of the other. “Yah! I’m talking to you here! Give me your phone number!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, “And what if I don’t want to give it to you?”


The blonde boy hid a smile behind a cool exterior. “You’ll have to prove your worth if you want it. I don’t give out my phone number to just anybody.”

“But I’m not just anybody! I’m Luhan, you’re one and only loyal best friend!”

A loud cough was heard nearby and both boys glanced over to Chanyeol, who was staring at them pointedly. “One and only best friend?”

Sehun rolled his eyes. “You don’t count.”


“Anyway,” Sehun turned back to Luhan, ignoring the indignant cries of a certain lanky giant behind them. “No, I’m not giving you my number.”

Luhan pouted adorably, giving Sehun puppy dog eyes. The latter rolled his eyes. “Puppy dog eyes don’t work on me.”

The petite, honey-haired boy could only sigh, giving up for now. “Fine. I’ll just have the usual…”

Sehun hid another smile at the other’s adorable dejected expression. “That’s 5 dollars 80, thanks.”

Luhan remained silent during the entire time Sehun made his coffee, which was a first. Luhan was still pouting and the latter eventually sighed, grabbing a black marker.

When Luhan took his drink to his usual booth, missing Sehun’s grin and still pouting, he didn’t notice the small message scrawled onto the side of his cup in black marker.

It wasn’t until he had settled down until he noticed it. When he did, he broke out into a large smile and looked up at Sehun, who was grinning at him from across the counter. The blonde boy smirked lightly, causing Luhan’s heartbeat to quicken, before he turned away to serve another customer, much to the smaller boy’s disappointment. He looked back down at the cup and smiled.

'I know this isn’t Starbucks and we don’t usually write little messages or names on the cup, but I think I can make an exception just this once.

-Sehun, your one and only loyal best friend (and barista)

And written below was a series of numbers, which Luhan eagerly added to his phone, under the contact name 'Sehun, my favourite barista’.


By the time Sehun learned what Luhan’s name meant, he had loosened up completely, now totally comfortable with the honey-haired Hyung.

“Eh? So your name means deer?” Sehun asked, a mischievous smile lingering on his lips. Luhan nodded happily.

“Yeah, my mum gave it to-”


Luhan trailed off, blinking at Sehun, who was grinning cheekily at the other boy. “Sounds cute, no?”

“W-what did you just call me?!” Luhan all but shrieked at the horrendous nickname.

Sehun tilted his head innocently. “You don’t like it?”

“Not at all!”

“Eh? But it’s cute! I like it!” Sehun pouted mockingly, reusing Luhan’s words against him. Damn, revenge felt nice.

Luhan narrowed his eyes at Sehun, whose smile was threatening to break through, feeling as though his leg was being pulled.

“Don’t push it, Sehunnie,”

“Eh? I have no ideer what you’re talking about.”

“Sehun!” Luhan pouted.

“Yes, my deerest Ludeer?” Sehun smiled smugly at Luhan’s flustered expression.

“D-Don’t call me that!” Luhan whined.

“Aw, but I find it a very endeering nickname, no?”

“Aishh! I’ve had enough!” Luhan stormed off to his usual booth, the adorable pout still on his face, the tips of his ears red as he heard Sehun’s laughter following him. He looked down at his cup of coffee and saw another message.

'My deer Luhan,
Revenge is sweet.
-Sehun, your deerest barista’
PS. Now stop calling me Sehunnie.



“You really need to show me this 'Oh Sehun’ you keep rambling about,” Byun Baekhyun, Luhan’s best friend and roommate, said. Luhan and Baekhyun were currently out for lunch and all Luhan had been talking about was the infamous 'Oh Sehun’. “I need to see if he’s really worth my little Hannie.”

Luhan smiled his sweet, dreamy smile. “He’s perfect, Baek! His blonde hair, his eyes, his smirk…”

“Geesh, you sound like a lovestruck teenage girl,” Baekhyun wrinkled his nose. “I need to find this Oh Sehun and ask him what he’s done to my Hannie.”

“Maybe I am in love…” Luhan sighed dreamily. Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

“I don’t doubt it, the way you’ve been talking about him for the past 2 hours…” he muttered to himself. He then sighs. “Just… be careful, Luhan.”

Met with Luhan’s questioning stare, Baekhyun elaborated. “I don’t want you getting hurt, and from what you’ve described, this Sehun guy sounds like an asshole.”

Luhan laughed lightly. “Oh, he is. But he can also be very cute and sweet.”

Baekhyun shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

The honey haired boy suddenly perked up. “Hey, I know! Let’s go visit him now!”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. “Now?”

“Yes! Come on!” Without wasting another moment, the enigmatic boy dragged his friend out, eager to see his beloved Sehunnie.

“Sehunnie!” he burst through the doors with his usual extravagant flair. The said boy raised his head to see Luhan this time dragging someone else by the hand. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight, feeling something in the pit of his stomach. He shook the feeling off when Luhan skipped over, smiling that familiar smile that made Sehun’s heart flutter every time he saw it.

Wordlessly, he handed Luhan his usual coffee and gestured at his friend, who was studying him carefully, making him a tad uncomfortable. “And what can I get for your friend…?”

“Oh, I’ll just have the same,” The brunette stranger replied, still scrutinising Sehun closely. The blonde boy nodded awkwardly. “That’ll be 11 dollars 60.”

“Hey Sehun, do you know where….” Chanyeol trailed off when he noticed Luhan. Or more accurately, the guy standing next to Luhan. “Woah…

Sehun rolled his eyes, unimpressed while Baekhyun stared at the lanky giant.

Luhan beamed. “This is my best friend, Byun Baekhyun!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, pretending to look affronted. “And I thought I was your one and only best friend?”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow back and scoffed, “One and only? Please, if anything, I’m the one who deserves that title. I’ve known Hannie since we were little!”

Sehun scowled slightly and Baekhyun smirked. So Sehun was the possessive type, he thought to himself. He continued nonchalantly, “But I guess I’ll allow it for now, considering how excited my Hannie was to see you today.”

Luhan’s face exploded in red as he pouted at Baekhyun. “Baaaaek! How could you say that!?”

Sehun was now smirking. “Is that right, Hannie?”

As Sehun continued to tease Luhan, earning much blushing and embarrassed whining from the latter, Baekhyun turned to the lanky giant, who was still staring.

“You done checking me out?” he asked casually, snapping the other out of his daze and causing him to blush heavily.

“S-Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to s-stare!” He stuttered. “I-I was just…”

Baekhyun smirked, finding the lanky giant kinda cute. Not that he would admit it out loud. “So what’s your name?”

“Ch-Chanyeol…Park Chanyeol.” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “N-nice to meet you.”

Baekhyun’s smirk widened. “I see. It was nice to meet you too, Chanyeol. See you around!”

He whirled around, dragging Luhan with him as they settled into the booth. “Eh, I guess he’s passable.” He commented, glancing at Sehun, who was still grinning slightly. His gaze wandered over to Chanyeol, whose face was still red as he glanced over to where they were sitting. They locked gazes and Baekhyun smirked. Chanyeol immediately looked away, causing Sehun, who noticed the exchange, to roll his eyes and slap him on the back, much to the former’s chagrin.

“You like him?” Luhan’s question drew his attention back to the honey-haired boy, who was smiling excitedly. “Chanyeol is a nice guy…”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Of course not. He’s too tall, and he’s awkward and- oh, don’t give me that look!”

Luhan laughed out loud, obviously not believing a word he was saying. “Whatever you say, Baek.”

The brunette merely huffed, sipping on his coffee in embarrassment. He internally sighed in appreciation. 'At least Sehun can make decent coffee…nothing like the horrid sludge Luhan used to have back at Starbucks…’

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Luhan smiled softly. “Sehun makes the best coffee.”

“Mmm, I guess it’s better than that Starbucks stuff you had. I can’t believe they can even call it coffee…” Baekhyun shivered as Luhan giggled.

“So you approve of him” Luhan looked at Baekhyun with such a hopeful look, the latter could only sigh.

“How can I not when you’re looking at me like that?” Luhan beamed at his best friend’s words, causing the latter to smile too.

Unaware that he just caused a certain lanky giant to have a mini heart-attack.


It was one of those days where Luhan had nothing to do, so he sat himself in one of the comfortable booths where he had a clear view of Sehun and pulled out a book, reading quietly while sipping his coffee, sighing in appreciation at the warm beverage, made just for him by the one and only Sehun.

“One Caffe Macchiato, thanks!” A high-pitched, girly voice drew Luhan’s attention. He looked up from his book to see a girl around Sehun’s age, standing before the counter, smiling flirtingly at Sehun, twirling a strand of her hair. Luhan narrowed his eyes. He was aware of how attractive Sehun was, and it was bound to attract some female attention, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the sight of them flirting with his Sehun. Usually, after seeing how unresponsive Sehun was, they gave up pretty quickly. Luhan hoped that would be the case here, too. Luhan usually wasn’t the possessive type, but if riled up… well, let’s just pray whoever comes in between him and his beloved Sehunnie has health insurance and the ambulance at speed dial.

“That will be 5 dollars 80, thanks,” Sehun replied monotonously, seemingly unaffected by the obvious cleavage the girl was displaying. The girl noticed his lack of attention and pouted, leaning over the counter and smiling wider.

“So, Sehun, is it?” She asked. “How long have you been working here? How have I never noticed a cutie like you?”

She winked and Luhan scoffed. How obvious can you get?

Sehun just stared at her for a moment, before ignoring her comment and handing her her drink. “Here’s your order. Have a nice day.” Luhan had to stop himself from sniggering at his response, feeling slightly proud of his Sehunnie.

The girl. however, refused to back off. “So, uh, a few friends of mine are going out this Friday… and I was wondering…”

Luhan frowned. This girl obviously doesn’t know when to give up.

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he strolled over to the counter, a casual smile plastered on his face.

“Sehunnie!” he called out, purposefully loudly, drawing the attention of both of them. The girl looked rather pissed that someone had interrupted her, while Sehun just raised an eyebrow. “So about our dinner date this Friday…”

He hid a smirk at the girl’s shocked expression. “W-What?”

Luhan turned around, feigning surprise. “Oh, hi! Didn’t see you there! Are you a friend of my Sehunnie’s?”

“Ah, w-well, no. I-I was just….” Luhan enjoyed the sight of her being so flustered as she walked off, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. Sehun looked at Luhan with another raised eyebrow.

“Was that necessary?” He asked, a touch exasperated, but Luhan believed he saw a flash of amusement hidden in his dark brown eyes.

“Yes! Did you see her?! She was shoving her chest at you!”

“I could have handled it.” Luhan thought he could hear the teasing tone of his voice.

“Hmph, I know! I was just…”

“Just what?” Sehun was definitely grinning now. Luhan glared at him while pouting.

“Aish! Nothing! It was nothing!”

One thing Sehun learnt over the months was that Luhan was incredibly childish. And stubborn. He let out a soft chuckle and ruffled his hair gently.

“So, about our dinner date this Friday….?” He grinned when Luhan’s eyes widened and his cheeks exploded with a dark blush.

“Th-That was nothing! I-I was just trying to-”

“Oh, so you don’t wanna go out this Friday?”

“No-Yes! No, I mean… I don’t know!”

Sehun gave a small chuckle. “Alright then… How’s 7 o'clock at Henrick’s?”

Luhan’s mind blanked. Was Sehun… asking him out?!

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

“I guess I could make it….” Luhan tried to hide his excitement by putting on a cool facade that fooled absolutely nobody.

Sehun laughed lightly and it was like music to Luhan’s ears. “I’m honoured that you would take time out of your busy day to go out with me.”

Luhan blushed heavily, to the point where he looked like a tomato. “I guess I’ll see you there…”

Sehun smiled warmly and it took Luhan’s breath away. “Now I need to get back to work, otherwise Suho will kill me.”

Luhan merely smiled, leaning over the counter to give Sehun a light kiss on the cheek. Even he was surprised at his own boldness. Sehun’s eyes widened as he stared at Luhan, his cheeks flushed.

“See you then!”

Sehun watched as Luhan skipped out of the cafe, reaching up to feel his cheek where Luhan’s lips had just pressed against. The skin was still tingling and his heart was pounding.

He clenched his fist in determination as he hurried to the staffroom, untying his apron and dashing out of the cafe, ignoring the smug smiles Suho and Chanyeol sent him as he dashed towards the door. Both of them saw what happened and didn’t bother stopping him.

“Luhan!” he called, running after the honey-haired boy. He realised Luhan was wearing the same maroon beanie he had the first time they met and smiled at the irony. “Luhan, wait!”

The said boy turned around, surprise written over his features. “Sehun?”

Sehun skidded to a halt in front of him, panting slightly from his mad dash, Luhan looking up at him with wide, inquiring eyes. Eyes the blonde barista had fallen in love with.

“Luhan,” Sehun murmured, his breathing slowing down. “I’m by no means a romantic guy, so I’ll only say this once, okay?”

Luhan’s head tilted in confusion. “Sehun? What are you talking about?”

“I…. I’m glad you came into our cafe that day and ordered that stupid Spice Pumpkin Latte…”

The honey haired boy’s eyes widened. “Sehun, wha-”

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Sehun gently placed his lips on Luhan’s. The latter’s eyes widened further (if that was even possible) as he stared a Sehun’s closed eyes, shock shutting off his senses except for the feeling of the pair of soft, warm lips pressed against his own. Before he had a chance to respond, however, Sehun pulled away. He smiled down at Luhan, his eyes looking dazed.

“What I’m trying to say is… I like you… a lot.”

Luhan’s face reddened as he stepped into his embrace, hiding his face in the crook of Sehun’s neck. “You’re supposed to say that before the kiss!”

Sehun laughed breathlessly. “I guess I just got impatient.”

If possible, Luhan’s face turned even redder. “Idiot.”

Sehun drew away, tilting Luhan’s face up with his hand before leaning in again, lips hovering over his, an inch apart.

“I still haven’t heard your answer,”

Luhan blinked in confusion before his eyes cleared. He laughed softly, grabbing Sehun’s face and pulling him closer, closing the gap and surprising Sehun.

He loved the way his lips molded perfectly against Sehun’s. He loved the way Sehun pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently placing a hand on his cheek. He loved the way Sehun tasted like coffee as he pressed his face closer, wanting more.

When they broke apart again, both were panting slightly. Luhan leaned his forehead against Sehun’s, staring into his eyes. “Idiot, I’ve liked you since the beginning.”

Sehun smiled, still managing to take his breath away even after so long. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Before he leaned in and kissed him once again.

The first of many more to come.

The End.



“Baekhyun! I need your help!” Luhan cried desperately. “I’ve got a date with Sehun and I don’t know what to wear!”

The said boy sat on Luhan’s bed calmly as he watched Luhan rummage through his closet. “Calm down. Sehun will like you no matter what you wear. In fact, I bet Sehun will like it even more if you don’t wear anything-”

“Baekhyun!” Luhan’s face was red. “D-don’t say that!”

The brunette boy raised an eyebrow. “And why not?” He smirked slightly. “You know it’s true.”

Luhan gave Baekhyun a disapproving look, despite the red painting his cheeks. “Shut up!  Now, what should I wear?”

Baekhyun groaned and stood up. “You know what? Just wear that navy button up shirt with jeans. No need to be formal. It’s Hendricks, after all.”

“But I don’t wanna be too casual, y'know, or else Sehun might think I don’t care about the date and I want to impress him and all, but I also don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard. And, oh, I just want it to be perfect for our first date, but I don’t even know what to wear, Baekhyun help me-”

“God, kill me now.”

Some distance away, Sehun was going through the same dilemma.

“Kai, help me! I don’t know what to wear!”

“I still can’t get over the fact that you actually managed to get a date in the first place,” the boy commented as he watched Sehun panic over an outfit. “and the fact that you’re actually worrying about it.”

“Of course I’m worrying over it!” Sehun exclaimed, frustrated at Kai’s lack of assistance. “It’s our first date! I want it to be perfect!”

“Just wing it.”


“That’s what I did with Kyungsoo. He seemed pretty happy.”

A few weeks ago, Kai finally managed to muster up the courage to ask Kyungsoo out on a date and much to his elation, he accepted. Kai had come home that night, a dazed expression on his face while Sehun watched, amused.

“But I’m not like you. I can’t improvise very well,” Sehun protested and almost immediately regretted it.

“Well, no one is as fabulous as I am,” Kai did an extravagant hair sweep, dodging the shirt Sehun threw at him. “Look, you’re a chill guy. Just be casual!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Just act chill with whatever you end up wearing,”

“I don’t get it,” Sehun told him flatly, turning around. “Whatever. You are no help whatsoever.”

Kai groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re supposed to be smart. How do you not even understand what I’m saying?! You know what? Just wear a shirt and jeans or something! Wear a coat so you don’t look casual, but not like you’re attending a fucking wedding.”

Sehun paused. “That’s actually a good idea. Thanks, Kai. Knew I could count on you.”

“I can just feel the sincerity radiating off you,” Kai rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Now hurry up or you’ll be late!”

“Oh shit-”

I swear, I really hope with this next episode, ‘Mr. Greg’, that it doesn’t end up having Greg loose all his money in some silly way just because he decided to splurge on some luxury items and experiences for his son, Pearl and himself. I mean, it’s the common trope in cartoons and TV shows, right? Good characters get a large amount of money, spend it on ridiculous things only for something to happen to make them loose it all just to show that poor people shouldn’t be given access to money because “look what they’ll do, everyone!”

Essentially, Greg is of a low socio-economic status. He owns a car wash but it is shown that it’s not as successful as it could be, but he gets by. He lives in his van, doesn’t spend money on luxuries for himself, instead choosing to use most of his spare money, that doesn’t go on his business or bills, on keeping Steven (and the gems) well fed and financially cared for. He does so much and is really responsible, and for the first time in probably TV history, a character actually gets recognition, or at least compensated for their work being published or used without their permission. Sure Marty didn’t ask for Greg’s consent or anything in order to use Greg’s song, but as he said in ‘Drop Beat Dad’, he was legally obligated to give Greg the royalties for the song, which he did.

It just frustrates me to no end when a lot of TV shows use the same trope/situation over and over again, with no different outcome. Having someone, like Greg, loose their money in a ridiculous manner is a way of keeping poor people poor, and having them feel guilty about spending their money on non-essentials.

“They had this chance at money but they blew the opportunity, now they have to pay the price and go back to how they started, if not worse than they were before”

I understand the need for the ‘status quo’ in TV shows and cartoons, can’t change much of the standard characters design, environment or situation as it’s a drain on resources and costs more. But I sincerely hope that this next episode will have Greg have fun, loose some money but not all of it, so he at least has enough for all of Steven’s (and the gems) future needs, any mishaps or emergencies, and any other things in between. Don’t think he’ll buy a house though, he’d love his van too much to give it up.

I know I’m ‘preaching to the choir’ here...

…but Ichigo needing a little encouragement from an outside source to actually take that first step and ask Orihime out is not OOC. What would have been OOC for him was if he suddenly became this suave, self-confident ladies man who made all the girls swoon.

And this did not come ‘out of nowhere’. Ichigo summoned up the courage to ask Orihime if he could walk her home once again only this time she said yes. Something about how he asked her must have been different. His expression. His tone. And she caught onto this fact. Previously, he had been asking her if he could walk a friend home and make sure she got there all right. This time, he was asking if he could spend a little quality time with her in a more intimate way before actually taking the full plunge.

Sounds exactly like something Ichigo would do to me. But like I said, I know that most everyone who reads this post will agree with me. Maybe not in all the details, but in the overarching ideas at least.

((Sorry, it wouldn’t let me edit the reblog for some reason.))

Once Cent is settled comfortable, you bring Cheska over for a brief introduction before you hand her over. You let the little grub get your guest’s scent, but she must be excited to meet a new seadweller because she’s already wriggling in your grasp and making soft peeping sounds until she’s firmly in Cent’s hands. You smile and pat the grub right between her crescent horns before stepping back and letting the two figure out if they’ll bond or not. “Cheska hasn’t really met any other seadwellers since she left the caverns, save one that’s in my clade. I think she’s excited.”

Hmm, speaking of bonding, you know what might help even more… not that you think they need the help, with the way Cheska has settled into Cent’s arms and is peering up into her face with wide-eyed curiosity and fascination. “Excuse me, I’ll be back in just a moment.” With that you leave Cent, Cheska, and Gamzee alone for a moment, and head to the kitchen. You take a moment to let your now-awake coolblooded grubs out of their block, and when you reach the dining room you open the sliding glass door to let the grubs go in and out as they please (your yard and gardens are very well grub-proofed, and grubs are remarkably hardy anyway so you don’t mind letting them have a little unsupervised playtime). Once that’s done, you grab a small package from the freezer, and return to the bonding pair. “Here,” you open the box, and move next to the gliding chair to pass over a box of frozen roe cube grubsnacks. “These are her favorite. She hasn’t eaten since breakfast before her nap, so please feel free to feed her if you’d like.”


lilietsblog  asked:

About book piracy. I just kind of want to hear your opinion on 1) people reading lots of books online and then buying those they like best in numbers they can fit into their budget; 2) people from overseas reading books online because they are just not sold over there and international shipping is too much pain in the ass for something you are not really sure is worth it as you haven't read it...

Piracy is a huge and complicated issue, but a lot of where it comes down to for me is “I enjoy eating."  I enjoy having food.  I enjoy having lights that come on.  I really, really enjoy feeding my cats.  Forget my enjoyment of luxuries like Monster High dolls and sometimes going to Disneyland–I enjoy food, and shelter, and providing for the living creatures who depend on me.  I am able to do this because people buy my books.  I am a full time author, which means I have no safety net at all: I get what people pay for, and not a penny more.

From here, I am going to switch to the generic "you,” because I need to express some pretty broad concepts.  I am not accusing you, the asker, of piracy.  I have no information one way or the other, and I’m not trying to call anyone out.  That said…

You’re not sure you’re going to like my work?  I give away a borderline ridiculous amount of fiction, for free, with no DRM and no geographical restrictions.  Both the Velveteen vs. books are available DRM free, again with no geographic restrictions.  All the Velveteen stories are available free on my blog, where they were originally posted.  I have short stories in publications all over the internet, many of which can be read, again, for free, without geographic restrictions or DRM.  If you’re worried that you may not like the sort of things I write, there are ways to reassure yourself.

(“Liking one thing doesn’t mean liking everything” is an absolute truth.  Stephen King is my favorite author, and I don’t like several of his books.  I still bought them.  I bought them, I read them, I disliked them, I got rid of them.  Because I don’t pay for my movie tickets after the film; I don’t pay for my theme park admission based on how many times I barfed on the scrambler.  I had the experience of the book, which I bought based on my preferences and my track record with the author.  I paid for it because I wanted it.  I was not cheated, even when the book wasn’t for me.)

There’s a way to read a lot of books and buy the ones you like best without piracy: the library.  If the library in your area does not have all the books you want to read, either because of the country you’re in or because of budget restrictions, that sucks.  That does not make it ethically right to download a bunch of books that were not intended for free release.  Authors do get paid for library use: the library buys our books, and then, if those books are popular, they buy more.  No one’s getting paid for piracy.

Everyone in the world, except for the first editor who opens the file, is paying for a book they’re not sure they’ll like.  I’m not saying buy blindly, or buy everything, or that you owe me a living.  But given how much you can get hold of without putting down a cent, I find “I may not like it” to be a little disingenuous as a defense of piracy.  Either you know you like my work, and are trying to excuse not wanting to pay for it, or you haven’t taken the time to read before saying “hey let’s just steal stuff.”

Here is a post I wrote about piracy:


Here is another:


Piracy is not a victimless crime.  Piracy hurts people.  There’s no way of saying “one hundred pirated books equals ____ sales,” because that’s not real math, but the fact is that books are not songs are not movies; most people don’t re-read, and buying a copy of a book you’ve already read will almost always come after buying a book you haven’t read yet.

I don’t make that much per copy, all told.  It’s about fifty cents once you average it out.  And that means that if someone were to illegally download all the Seanan McGuire books–not even the Mira Grant–when they otherwise would have bought them, they would only be depriving me of $7.50.  Not a big deal.  Less than the full cover price of one book, right?

Except that it’s never just one person. It never stops at $7.50.

I am terrified of not being able to pay my bills.  I left my day job because trying to write and work for a corporation at the same time was literally killing me.  It was destroying my health and my sanity, and I couldn’t take it any longer.  I need to be able to eat and keep the power on and feed my cats and take care of my mother, and I do that by selling books.  I am a businesswoman.  This is my job.

How do I feel about piracy?  I hate it.  I give away so much, in part to keep people from wasting their money when they don’t know if they’ll like my prose.  I am as generous as I can be.  But I can’t be generous here.

I can’t starve myself to save someone else a dollar.

anonymous asked:

who do you think killed rebecca?

Oooooh. Good one. Short answer: Connor.

Long answer because Rebecca’s death left me an emotional mess and I might have overthought this a bit. First, this is a classic murder mystery. There’s a house, in that house are a bunch of people, and one of those people is a murderer, so let’s get on analyzing who had the best motive and opportunity. On the other hand, this is also a TV show, which means that the killer’s identity will also have to make for a good storytelling opportunity.

Keeping that in mind, there were seven people in the house at the time of Rebecca’s death: Annalise, Frank, Bonnie, Wes, Laurel, Connor and Michaela.

Out of all of them, Bonnie is the one more removed from the whole thing. She’s only in by coincidence, completely feed up with the whole thing, and the one with less at stake. Plus, her personality really doesn’t go with cold-blooded murder.

Frank and Annalise tell each other they didn’t have anything to do with it, and I fully believe it, because they clearly have so much dirt on each other, there’d be no point in lying. Frank especially wouldn’t even bother keeping it a secret - I’m 100% sure that if Annalise.came back from denial-land and asked him if he killed Lila, he’d acually come clear. That’s how chill Frank is.
(Seriously, did we ever see him get worked up about anything? Besides getting in Laurel’s pants?)

As for Annalise, she could have easily convinced the others that Rebecca had killed Lila, got Frank to get rid of her with the full blessing of everyone (except maybe Wes) – instead, she was the one who most of all wanted to keep believing in Rebecca’s innocence. Considering the way she’s always treated Rebecca, the way she identifies with her to a certain level, and how she actually seemed sure she could get Rebecca to keep her mouth shout, it would be extremely out of character for her to be the murderer.

Logically, it can only be one of the students. Plot-wise, it was never going to be anyone else. We already knew Annalise and Frank were shady; we never expected this kind of character arc from the wide-eyed law students we saw in the pilot. It all goes back to the first scene, four college kids and a body, one of them a murder. We’ve come full circle, except that this time there are even less excuses.

I’d rule out Michaela first.

As Connor said, she’s Team Rebecca now — or, as Michaela put it, she’s Team Whatever Really Freaking Happened. She called it off with her fiance, her sure ticket to a perfect life, she’s done making excuses for herself and hiding bodies her head under the sand pretending everything is fine. The new Michaela is all about facing problems heads on, and that doesn’t go with killing a girl to shut her up.

Wes is next.

Besides the fact that I really doubt he would actually under any circumstances kill Rebecca, when he came back up after talking to her he was trying to convince the others of Rebecca’s innocence. He couldn’t even have been lying to cover his ass, because he couldn’t have known Annalise wouldn’t go down to the basement to check on Rebecca after he came up.

Laurel is tougher. I think she could have done it, definitely. She just didn’t.

Laurel does make an awful lot of ‘let’s get rid of Rebecca’ remarks during the episode, yes, but they’re always to Frank, assuming he’ll be the one actually commiting the deed. While it’s interesting to see what her idealistic personality reduced to, Laurel’s still a long way from literally getting her hands dirty.

Storytelling-wise, it was the scene with the ring that sold me. While it showed really well that Laurel is going down a less than pristine path, it filled our sleazy-Laurel quota for the episode. She’s getting gray-er, sure — but guess who already was gray enough to begin with?

Connor is the fandom darling, that’s for sure, but he’s also an extremely self-centered, manipulative person. Viewers forget that because he’s likeable, and pretty and gets cute with Oliver — but he’s still only mostly concerned with saving his own ass.

Through the episode, Connor is very vocal about Rebecca’s guilt, and when that fails, the fact that they can’t trust her not to tell on them all. The last time he thought someone might link him to a death he complteley panicked, and now he’s in over his head again. 

In the last scene with the others at the house, before  Annalise goes into the basement to find Rebecca missing, Laurel and Michaela are the ones doing all the work and presenting the last resort plan – Connor is quiet, and it’s not a stretch to picture him slipping away earlier and killing Rebecca. He’s deadly calm and adamant that he doesn’t trust her to keep quiet

and still he’s the only student, besides Wes, not freaking out about Annalise going to ‘convince’ Rebecca. He saw no other solution, and no other way to get out of it. That’s my two cents.

I’ll also add that, while it’s only slightly more likely for Connor to be the murdered than Laurel from a logical standpoint, it’s almost certain when we consider the contest – an ABC television drama. Network TV and ABC audience means that it’s going to be hard for the viewers to still like the killer, unless it’s an universally liked character. (I’m not talking about fandom here, I’m talking about the American GA that watches the show live). Primetime drama means that everything that happens it’s finalized to get to a new plot, the more interesting the better. That’s why no one seriously thought Griffin would be Lila’s killer – he wasn’t a main character. That’s why Connor being the murderer would make more sense than Laurel – the payoff would be bigger.

Killing someone is shady. Killing a sleazy, maybe-murderous adulterer in self-defense? Acceptable. Killing a young girl unjustly accused, tied down in a basement, in cold blood? Not gonna win any sympathy points for that one. The show’s breakout character, the one guy everyone loves, being the killer? That’s plot gold. He’s the character with the most interactions with the rest of the cast, the one with the most charisma, the only character the audience is definitely going to forgive. That’s enough story fodder to last for years.

So yeah, my money’s on Connor.

anonymous asked:

The guys taking care of their drunk S/O's?

The Allies

America/Alfred F. Jones: Alfred would pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you away from the bar. He would bring you home to where you were safe, brushing hair out of your face as he playfully scolds you for not telling him of your plans earlier; he mutters that he worries about you, not wanting you to get injured due to your drinking habits.

China/Wang Yao: Yao would lead you out of the bar by hand, scolding you lightly for being irresponsible and drinking to the point they were completely out of it. He would sigh as you ended up falling asleep on his arm, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and making you comfortable, knowing that lecturing you now was just a waste of his energy.

England/Arthur Kirkland: Arthur would hope that you’re not as bad a drunk as he was, but knows what to do in a situation like this one. He would take good care of you, tucking you into bed, cleaning off your face, and having a small kit prepared for your possible hangover the next morning, also choosing to lie beside you to make sure you didn’t need him for anything else.

France/Francis Bonnefoy: Francis would find it to be rather inelegant, reminding him of Arthur a bit, but he would decide to put in his two cents once you could comprehend exactly what he was saying to you. He would pull you away from the general public once he saw you getting a bit too rowdy, and would hope that you wouldn’t punch him as he dragged you back home to sober up.

Russia/Ivan Braginsky: Ivan would get drunk beside you, trying to get you to try the harder liquors that he favored. No one would bother the two of you due to his scary stature and the fact that he remains in his right mind no matter how much he ends up drinking; he keeps you firmly attached to his side for most of the night, not letting you out of his sight so he could monitor your well-being.

The Axis

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Ludwig would often act as the designated driver for when the two of you were going out, keeping his arm wrapped around you and keeping you close to him at all times if he saw you getting tipsy. He wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble, and many other patrons who saw him thought you had hired him as a bodyguard to keep you safe from anyone wanting to prey on your drunken state.

Italy/Feliciano Vargas: Feliciano would panic a bit as he sees you in your drunken state, worriedly asking if you were okay and asking nicely if you’d like him to bring you home. He would gently pull on your hand and tell you to follow him home, hoping the cool air of the night would help to sober you up a bit though you did seem a bit upset with him for pulling you out of the bar, since you were having fun.

Japan/Kiku Honda: Kiku would be embarrassed for you, and would try to make you drink in moderation. He would suggest that the two of you should leave when he sees you start to stagger and slur your words, but should you rebel he’d remain by his side, taking it as his fault for allowing you to get so far gone. He would apologize to the people you started any fights with or were insensitive towards, eventually pulling you from the bar with coercion and promises of more alcohol once you were home.


Canada/Matthew Williams: Matthew would sigh, finding it a bit troublesome that you couldn’t moderate yourself, but would happily tag along with you to take care of you when you went out drinking. He’d be the perfect partner to have, slowly ordering water instead of alcohol for you to drink as the night winds on, rubbing your back as you get sick, and making sure you’re tucked in perfectly at his home before he falls asleep.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Gilbert would probably end up getting drunk alongside of you, wanting to join in on the fun. He would encourage you cause a ruckus, causing trouble right beside you and patronizing others who happen to sit too close. He would be much more handsy than normal, not caring as much about giving you physical affection as others watched; by the end of the night the two of you both got kicked out of the bar, stumbling home and laughing together as you plan another night out.

Spain/Antonio Hernandez Carriedo: Antonio would find you to be cute when you were drunk, your pink cheeks pinchable and your clinginess to be flattering. He would tease you about your colored cheeks as he takes you home where he know you’d be safe, tucking you in or holding you if you preferred as he states that you should have invited him to come out with you to begin with, as he would’ve made sure you didn’t drink yourself into a stupor. He would also stick around to take good care of you the next morning when you had your hang over.


Dear England

You almost fucking lost Scotland. 
I know as an American this isn’t my business really, bit might I suggest that rather than celebrating that Scotland stayed, maybe you want to look at the policies that nearly drove Scotland away from you. Because even with a no vote, I see those numbers. You have a fuckton of people so sick of your conservative policies that they nearly left you. 

That is a big whooping suggestion things need to change. This wasn’t fringe loonies. These were sane rational people and a sane rational government would look at what nearly cause them to leave and STOP IT.

I will shut up and go back to art making now. 

I don’t think it was a retcon

I’m seeing it all over my dash right now about Rumple’s line this episode (5x06)

Major Spoilers for Episode 5x06 INCOMING

Yes, Rumple tells Belle that the ‘real reason he crippled his leg was because he was scared.’

However, I do not believe this to be a retcon a la A&E, why?

Because Rumple has been telling, no convincing, himself since he woke up that he’s a coward. He’s been reaffirming a terrible, horrible idea that has been put on him ALL his life.

What he did in the Ogre Wars was for Bae. He crippled his leg for his son, no one can take that away, no one can hide it. The only person who can say it’s different is Rumple. 

Honestly, if I was in Rumple’s shoes I’d probably say the same thing. This is a character who is literally in a terrible position. Rumplestiltskin has always been the character portrayed as battling a terrible addiction, he’s a character that has been put through the ringer of miserable events and STILL tries to come out on his feet. 

He has DIED, he has died and HATED that he came back! Once again Rumple reminds the audience that he WANTED TO GO. He didn’t want to get up from that coma, he gave up. This is in no way a jab at Rumple though, this man has been battered in so many ways that who could blame him for feeling that way? For feeling so miserable. I sure as hell don’t. He pulled through, he stepped over a huge obstacle, he found that strength because yet again Rumple-fucking-stiltskin is a scrapper and when his eyes are on the things he loves most you can bet your fucking asses he’s gonna step up. 

It is so hard to believe in yourself when you hate yourself. It is so hard to see a good thing when all you accept is the bad. It is so easy to convince yourself that even your most selfless acts are truly terrible. 

This was not a retcon. This was Rumple becoming aware.

Rumplestiltskin is the bravest character I know. His journey is realizing this too.