we english love cups of tea!

A Year Later

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: A little bit of kinky stuff, but nothing too extreme. Mostly just fluff.

Summary: You met Tom one day on the streets of New York City about a year ago. Now you travel with him almost anywhere he goes and he’s fallen for you.

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a bit. I just love Tom so much. By the way this imagine is written in both the reader’s and Tom’s perspective and it begins with the reader’s. I hope you enjoy. :)

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

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I’m an afternoon tea type of girl. I come from a Russian background where we love our teas. So between lunch and dinner after training I come home and I love a nice cup of tea with jam in it, as we drink it there. Black English Breakfast tea with raspberry jam is my favorite.
—  Maria Sharapova, professional tennis player

O’HAGAN: Can we talk about specific songs: ‘English Tea’?

PAUL: That’s about living in England and listening to the way some English people speak and parodying that. I love it but I also find it funny. I mean, I say, “Do you wanna cup of tea, la?” But somebody else will say, “Would you care to take tea?” or “As a rule, we take tea at three” or whatever.

O’HAGAN: So is that the scouser in you taking the piss out of poshies?

PAUL: Nah, it’s more an affectionate nod. I kind of like that language. I went to a grammar school, and had a really good English teacher, and I love to read Dickens, so I love the English language. I even worked in the word ‘peradventure’. (Sings in snooty voice) “Do you know the game croquet/Peradventure we might play.” (Laughs) In a way, I was playing Noel Coward. He could sing that straight.

O’HAGAN: Or the Bonzos?

PAUL: Yeah, The Bonzos! So, in that song, I reclaimed the word ‘gay’ and got ‘peradventure’ in. You know what ‘peradventure’ means?

O’HAGAN: Go on?

PAUL: I won’t go on, you tell me.

O’HAGAN: ‘Perhaps’?

PAUL: Correct! I’d sort of heard it and it had stuck in some little corner of my brain. It fell out of my head into the song then afterwards I had to go to the dictionary, and go, “Please, let there be a word ‘peradventure’!” And there it was. It’s just putting myself in a fruity voice. It’s a lady who lives in the town here, a classy dame, an old lady who speaks like that. It’s lovely. “Would you care for a cup of tea?” All that stuff. Plus tea and hollyhocks and roses and gardens and croquet and church bells chiming and nanny baking fairy cakes.

O’HAGAN: That English pop vernacular, Ray Davies?

PAUL: Yeah, yeah. It’s ‘Waterloo Sunset’ and Terry and Julie, and all that. It’s great, that. Spot on. And it resonates. The second song [‘How Kind Of You’] is also me being intrigued by that old, fading language… “How kind of you.” And, it sings well. It’s pretty elegant, genteel. Plus, what I really like is that if you don’t sing it posh, it becomes more ironic, more fun.

O’HAGAN: I took it as a very plaintive song, actually.

PAUL: I know, I know. Some people have said that. But I’d never say, “How kind of you to think of me when I was out of sorts.” That’s not an expression that I’d use. It gets more me later on. It is about thoughtfulness, though, and things that are fading. It’s got a phrase and a theme right there in the title. What more do you want?

O’HAGAN: What about the lines: “How kind of you to stick by me during the final bout/And listen to the referee when I was counted out”?

PAUL: Well, I know what that’s all about – tragedies, the Beatles break-up, things going wrong, people writing me off, and all of this. (Sings from the heart) “I thought my time was up.” So, there’s this sort of therapy aspect I find about songwriting that’s one of the other reasons I love it. If I’m feeling really low, I’ll take my guitar to the darkest corner I can find in the house, often a toilet – good echo – and go there and sit with it, and talk to your guitar, explain it all to your guitar. And you come out and it’s magical.

—  Paul McCartney, interview w/ Sean O’Hagan for the Guardian: Macca beyond. (September 18th, 2005)
Tea Time with The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzie Lee

Hello dawhling! (as Monty would say). 

At Callisto and Faye we are presenting this glorious tea guide to help you choose the perfect beverage to get you in the right mood for A Gentleman’s Guide! Now you can infuse your love for tea with your love for reading. Check out our blog for our review of the book and a music playlist inspired by it. 

Note: The tea recipes are for a strong 8 ounce cup of tea. For a lighter flavor dilute the tea by adding another 6-8 ounces of water.

The Monty Blend

A bit of smooth English charm mixed with a bit of reckless fruitiness and a side of spice

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Flirtatious: Tom Holland x Black Actress

I’ve been in a sour ass mood lately😂 Not really because of the Tomdaya bull but because life ain’t shit, so I haven’t really been writing. But I’m trying to catch up on requests, so here we go!

Requested:  can you write an imagine where reader and tom starred in a movie together and they’re doing press together and the interviewer asks them if they’re dating and they’re just really flirty the entire interview i love your writing btw

“Hey Y/N.” You turned around and saw your costar Tom waving at you. “Hey.” You smiled and gave him a hug, “Are you ready for these terribly long interviews?” he asked draping his arm around your shoulder. “Of course I’m not.” You joked taking a sip of coffee. You and Tom had a very flirtatious relationship, you hadn’t noticed until Haz told you. Everyone thought you two were dating or at least trying to start a relationship. A part of you wished it were true but then again you didn’t want to mess up your great friendship with him. 

Your team got you ready for the long day ahead. You took your seat next to Tom, “I think the interviewer is a bit late.” He said looking at his watch. You sighed and played a few games on your phone while Tom watched and then the young man burst through the door. “I am so sorry, they told me the wrong room.”

“No worries mate, I think you gave Y/N time to beat my score.” He winked art you. “Actually I had the highest score.”

After he got settled he started the interview, “Y/N, Tom thank you so much for being here.”

“Not a problem.” You said smiling. “So you two are amazing in this movie, how did you get the amazing chemistry?”
“Well Y/N is pretty amazing so it wasn’t hard to work with her and we have this natural chemistry that the casting directors loved.” Tom said. You blushed and fiddled with your hands, “He’s so full of shit.” You both laughed. 

Throughout the interview you two would constantly laugh at each others jokes or lightly push each other or do small things that would make the interviewer smile. “One last question for you two-”
“Yeah?” Tom asked taking a small sip of his tea, “Jeez I swear I’ve never seen anyone like tea as much as this guy. And I’m from the damn south.”

He laughed and put his cup down, “But southern tea and English tea are completely different.” You squinted, “Are they? You should probably read your history books babe.” You pinched his leg, “OW.” He laughed rubbing his leg. 

“So are you two dating?” He asked. “Oh- oh no!” You said. “Wow way to hurt my feelings.” Tom joked but he did feel a bit hurt by how you responded. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” You rubbed his shoulder. “But no, we aren’t dating. We know it always comes off like we are, but we’re both just to huge goof balls.”

Tom nodded and stared off in to space. “Well thank you both so much. And again I am so sorry for being late, it was very unprofessional.” He said. “Not a problem.” You smiled and got up. You waved your hand in front of Tom’s face, “Hello?”

“Huh? Oh what?” He snapped out of it and looked up at you. “You spaced out for a second, what’s up?”
“N-nothing.” He shrugged and tried to get up, you laughed and grabbed his hands,”Come on old man.” You tried to pull him up but you ended up falling on him. “S-sorry.” You mumbled lifting yourself off of him. He blushed and got up, “No it’s my bad.”

You two walked beside each other, “I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings Tommy.”, “No, it’s cool.” He smiled. “But would you?”

“Would I what?” You asked, “Would you want to date me?”

You froze in your tracks, “W-what?”, “It’s jut like a hypothetical question. Yes or No?”

“Yeah but-”, He smiled and leaned into give you a small peck on the lips. “Me too.” He laughed and ran off, “Hey! You can’t just do that and leave!’ You yelled running after him. 

Tea (NevJack Fluff)

You’re gonna hear those words again- I played this one by ear. And thanks @helluvawriter for being a lovely prompt bean and suggesting I write something involving Jack Gallagher so here we are :3 Short but sweet.

A note: Neville is from Newcastle so I gave him a couple of the Geordie speaking traits like putting like at the end of sentences and using ‘man’ (not just a Wyatt thing, haha).

Tagging: @allgirlswrestlingclub @laochbaineann @moxtiel @gelinas22 @hardcorewwetrash @happiness-in-reznor @imaginingwwesuperstars @wethepeoplz @fan-fiction-galore 

Backstage, Jack Gallagher was sitting on his own and enjoying a drink. The cardboard cup in his hand put one in the mind of coffee but it was actually English tea as one might have expected; due to recent threats from a certain angry Elf, he’d had to put his tea set into hiding.

“You’d think the cardboard would make it taste like filth but this is actually really nice,” he muttered to himself, taking a sip from the ‘cup’.

“Now you’re talking to yourself? As if you weren’t weird enough.”

Looking up, Jack noticed none other than the angry Elf himself, Neville, staring at him; the usual, grumpy expression on his face, though his eyebrow was soon raised in a curious manner.

“Hello there, Neville.”

“Since when did you drink coffee, like?”

“It’s tea,” he replied, looking a little embarrassed. “Just got a little tired of you threatening to smash my tea set, that was all.”

"It was a joke,” Neville then said, sighing in an annoyed way. “Should have realised it wasn’t the coffee though. No one ever looks that happy drinking that shite.”

He then grumpily sat himself down next to Jack, almost seeming ready to kill someone. It wasn’t unusual for him to seem irritated or angry but the redhead could sense that this wasn’t just Neville being Neville.

“May I ask what’s wrong?”

“Austin Aries pissing me off, like,” he began, snarling a little. “Him and his damn bananas. He’s filled my locker with the little, yellow bastards.”

“I understand you’re angry but there’s no need to be so coarse about it,” the other male said, not entirely appreciating his choice of words. “They’re just bananas. They’re hardly dangerous.”

“Did I ask for your input?!” Neville then exclaimed, almost snapping at him.

“Inside voice,” Jack simply replied, calmly taking a sip of tea from the cardboard cup; nearly spilling a little when the other male suddenly leant his head on the redhead’s shoulder. With his free hand, Jack then proceeded to gently stroke Neville’s head, running his fingers along the long, dark brown strands of hair.

“Stop that, man,” Neville warned, almost seeming to snarl but he didn’t attempt to make any sort of move or attack him.

“Would you like me to talk to Austin?” Jack then asked, continuing to gently stroke his head.

“No,” was the immediate, frustrated response. “I’m the King of the Cruiserweights. I can’t be relying on words, like. Words are weak and I’m not weak.”

“No one’s calling you weak, Neville. Not me, anyway.”

“Seriously, would you stop that, man?!”

He immediately pulled away from Jack and stood up; glaring at him as he did so, he snatched the cardboard cup from his hand and threw it onto the floor. Before Jack could pick said cup up, Neville kicked it away, causing it to slide across the lockerroom and leave small dregs of tea that had escaped from the bottom. A dreg or two had made it’s way onto the Elf’s boots, causing him to groan in an irritated manner as he bent over and wiped them away with his hand.

"It’s a good job I’d virtually finished that or there’d be a much bigger mess.”

"Would you rather the tea on the floor or your blood, like?” Neville asked, gently bopping him on the top of his head with a closed fist.

“I’d rather you calmed down,” the other male then replied, pulling a bit of a wry face. “I know what you’re like in the ring when you’re all worked up. You only need to pin Mustafa tonight, not kill him.”

Realising that Jack may have been right per usual, Neville gently sat himself back down next to the redhead. Saying nothing, he seemed to be staring at the floor as a thoughtful expression formed on his face.

“Now are you sure you don’t want me to talk to Austin?” Jack asked, gently sighing in good faith when the response was a siple shake of the head. “OK then. But if he starts trying to attack you with the bananas, don’t come crying to me.”

A chuckle escaped him at that moment, making it clear that he was willing to help the 'King of the Cruiserweights’ regardless of whether banana attacks happened or not. If the look on Neville’s face meant anything though, he wasn’t too pleased with Jack’s little quip.

“Who the hell attacks someone with a banana? This isn’t some Monty Python sketch, man.”

“You never know. One minute the hot weapon of choice is a barbed wire bat, the next it could be a banana for whatever reason. Shame it’s a waste of good fruit though.”

“Oh shut up,” Neville retorted, though most of the force had gone from his voice. “And don’t tell me. You’re going to want me to replace that damn tea, aren’t you?”

“What? No, no,” he then replied, shaking his head. “I’d had enough to drink. But where are my manners? I never offered you any. Would you like some?”


Neville had appeared to open his mouth but had suddenly closed it again when no words came out. He couldn’t afford to be nice to any of those 'peasants’. They’d start thinking he was an easy opponent and not take him as seriously. But at the same time, Jack’s tea was really good. Perhaps one cup wouldn’t hurt.

“Damn it,” he muttered, making side-eye contact with the other male as a tired chuckle escaped him. “Give us some tea, like.”

Besides, if the gentleman still wasn’t trusting him around the tea set, it would be in the cardboard cup. They’d be none the wiser. It’d just look like he looked a little too happy drinking 'that shite’…

top twenty high school au

1. Mine Now by aclosetlarryshipper (32k)

After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.


This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.

 2. Allies in Heaven, Comrades in Hell by rockinaintnowalkinthepark (265k)

A Catholic school!AU where Louis is finishing sixth form and will definitely be famous someday if Harry has something to say about it, Liam is the racist homophobe that Zayn is dreadfully in love with, and Niall teaches guitar. ~ “Louis remembers it from a few weeks before - Harry had told him that when he loves someone, he loves with every ounce of his being, and it often hurts to feel it. Louis hadn’t really understood what he’d meant until now.”

3. harder to hide than i thought by dangerbears (6k)

ridiculous self-indulgent high school au. louis’s best friend’s little brother suddenly got very attractive.

4. Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram (120k)

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

5. Unbelievers by isthatyoularry (136k)

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

6. Monsters at Home by theteapirate (21k)

High School!AU. Everyone’s eyes are on Harry, the beautiful, charming new student. Harry’s only got eyes for the school golden boy: football captain Louis Tomlinson, whose homophobic father complicates matters a bit.

7. Twist a Little Closer, Now by fackinglouis (20k)

“Dance team is shit,” Louis tells Harry for the millionth time.

Harry leans closer for a moment, like he’s about to tell Louis a super serious secret and Louis’ throat closes up. He can smell the cologne Harry used this morning before school and the shampoo he washed his hair with last night; Louis feels lightheaded. “Yeah, only cause you’re not on it.”

Or the one where Harry signs up for a dance class that Louis teaches. Incidentally, the class is for six year olds.

8. Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor (77k)

Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

9. Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm by iwillpaintasongforlou (7k)

Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush.

10. Nicotine by KrisStylinson (32k)

“We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

“Just because you can get me hard doesn’t mean I like you,” Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn’t like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis’ cock as he spoke. “You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?”

11. weʻre looking for something dumb to do by soleilouis

harry and louis decide that they need to come up with the best senior prank possible. if it means pretending that they’re married, that’s a sacrifice they’re willing to make.

12. you and me were kings by ithacas (28k)

harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.

13. Curtain Call by anythingbutloud (36k)

Louis is in drama club. Harry kissed a donkey once. They meet at tryouts for Midsummer.

14. rummaging for answers in the pages by brownheadedstranger (6k)

high school au, aka shameless fluff. louis goes to harry’s after a bad date.

15. Skip A Heartbeat by fackinglouis (9k)

He shoots Harry a glare over the rim of his cup and sneers. “Filthy hipster. Look Harry,” Louis teases and swallows a mouthful of scalding tea. “I drank my tea before it was cool. Can we be friends now?” His tongue really hurts now, but it’s definitely worth it when Harry scowls in return.

Or the one where Louis actually hates Harry Styles, but also sort of loves him too.

16. if these sheets were the states, and you were miles away by toastghost (13k)

In which Harry is at school in England and he’s terrible at French, Louis is an English kid living in France and they’re forced to be penpals for a school project. Niall doesn’t like mornings, Liam makes an accidental friend, and Zayn is not at all subtle.

17. we should get jerseys by mentalistecbm (12k)

There’s a lot surrounding Harry, and Louis knows, in his heart of hearts, that there always will be. He just doesn’t know if he’ll manage to equate into the ‘always’ of it.

Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.

18. Completely unaware (you make me smile) by deblond (6k)

Five times everyone thinks that Harry and Louis are dating (and the one time they are).

19. Youʻre teeth rottingly cute by hurreh (9k) 

Louis finally looked up from his mess on Harry’s face, looking him in the eyes. “You look lovely,” He said with a straight face, poking Harry’s nose.

“Thank you, Louis. Take me to the Prom, won’t you?”

“Maybe when you’re not twelve, bud,”


or Harry is a freshman and Louis is a junior and proms coming up and Louis is kind of in love with Harry and Harry is kind of in love with Louis and its just a mess of high school emotions and fluff

20. weʻre the new romantics by lovefern (16k)

“But listen why is his dick so big?” This is definitely the sixth time Louis has asked this.

“Louis, nerds can have big dicks. Being studious doesn’t make your dick small,” Zayn states, taking a sip of his fruit juice.

“Now is not the time for big words Zayn, I am having a crisis.”

He rolls his eyes, “When aren’t you panicking over dick?”

Alternatively, a high school au where Louis pines and Harry is not who he seems to be. Featuring peanut butter banana milkshakes, motorcycles, and first times.

English Major Study Moods

Hello friends! My favourite posts in the whole world are @howtomusicmajor‘s study moods, so I thought I’d share my own <3 These are moods that I practice pretty regularly and always make me feel at my best. (And obviously these are suitable for people who aren’t English majors too!)

The Project: Venti frappuccino, ‘80s radio, working with your best friend on a project (either for class or independent) that you’re passionate about

Starbucks is the ideal place to work on a project because you can talk as much and as loudly as you want (okay, within reason), but being in a space that isn’t your room keeps you focussed. 80s music is also great for getting motivation pumping!

The Weekend Warrior: Mocha or hot chocolate, fuzzy socks and leggings, ballet music, at your desk or a quiet café, buried behind the stacks of readings that you need to do for the coming week

In my opinion, it’s best to get as much work done over the weekend as possible, so that your week is more relaxed. On the other hand, it’s also your time off, so you want to be comfy, hence the fuzzy socks and the hot chocolate (aka comfort in a cup)

The Chill: Your favourite tea, soft pyjamas, Gregorian chants turned down very low, curled up in bed with your annotating supplies and your novel assignment

Sometimes we get so caught up in the stresses of term papers and multi-hundred-page reading assignments that we forget that we went into English because we love books! Regain that love by getting cozy and caught up in the book you’re reading. Just keep some highlighters and stickies handy so that you can flag things that might help you in an essay later.

The Proactive Productive: Ice water, sun streaming over your desk, instrumental covers of pop songs, working at 8 AM on a project that isn’t due for a while yet

There’s nothing as good as the feeling that you’re on top of your life! Getting up early in the morning, getting hydrated, and listening to bouncy, bubbly music (without the distracting lyrics) are all things that put me in the mood to  get work done!

The Librarian: Earl Grey in a spill-proof travel mug, hair in a bun, 18th century chamber music, travelling between the stacks and your desk in the library to gather books for your research paper

This is my favourite mood for that thrilling-yet-scary first step of writing a research paper: figuring out what you’re going to research. Camping out in the library and reading “around” your subject until you’ve decided what you want to talk about can be a bit onerous, so a mini dose of caffeine and some harpsichords keep me feeling alert and “academic”

The Creative Writer: Coffee spiked with sugar, the sound of your own racing heart, frantically typing your story (or sometimes essay) the second inspiration strikes in a lounge or empty classroom

The mood for when an idea comes to you and you absolutely NEED to get it down before it escapes! Oddly, this mood tends to hit right before whatever you’re writing is due.

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what should we call you:  Liz (cheers~)
birthday: May 22nd
gender: Woman
orientation: I have no idea but probably asexual
age: 23
languages you can at least somehow communicate in: English

favorite cocktail/drink: Hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows and sprinkles and fruit tea
favorite candy: Reese’s peanutbutter cups, jelly beans and crispy white chocolate
favorite pizza: Quatro formaggi
favorite meal: I can’t pick, food is too good

best memory: Coming home from my trip to Paris and being hugged by my mother when she picked me up, than going home
best friend: Lea and Meg
best relative: My mother
best pet: Our albino rabbit called Lucky and black cat ironically named Blacky
best celebrity: I don’t really indulge in celebrity culture so I do not care

one random fact about you: I’m obsessed with garlic butter
one random fact about your day: I’m wearing halloween themed socks
one random fact about your muse: She doesn’t like the color orange
one random fact about your job/school: They treat me like a child
one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: I go urban exploring all the time

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Kris/Luhan gif react of joining the Queen of England for tea. (Of them with the Queen during the tea session).

This would be hilarious to witness~


(gifs not mine)



“You want me to do what? With who?”


“It’s really nice to meet you, Your Majesty.” Does his best to be cool and respectful, but ends up being a bit embarrassing and she ends up loving him “What a cute, giant boy. Though I feel like your hands may end up eating the tea cup.”


“You did good Kris, you did good. She likes you. She thinks you’re cute. She told jokes. We are awesome.”



*practicing his serious look* “Do you think this will be ok? Will I be ok? How am I going to make it through this?”


*uses all of the English he knows and has been practicing since he heard of this going to be happening* “Hello, Your Majesty. It is very nice to meet you. My name is Luhan. Uh, um thank you.” When she happily accepts his greeting and tells him how polite and cute he is, they have tea and get along just fine.


“Nailed it. She loves me. She is now my #1 fan!” *blows kisses at his reflection*

Spencer & Mary theory

Okay since the last episode I’m pretty sure that Mary is Spencer’s biological mother. They gave us big clues.

1. Caffeine Addiction:

Since day one we know how much Spencer loves her caffeine. She made Caleb promise her that she will get the first cup of coffee in the morning.
Then when Mary visits the Hastings house, Spencer asks her if she wants tea and Mary then says “Oh I’ve never been one to turn down caffeine.”
A lot of people like caffeine but come on.

2. Language:

Spencer used to teach Toby french and now we know that she knows a lot more than just english and french. She tells him that she can speak german, french, english, italian and she is very close to chinese.
Before going Mary says “C'est la vie.” and Spencer repeats it. Now this sentence is not really complicated and many people can say it but I feel like the writers are playing with us.

3. Twins:

Many people already said they think Spencer has a twin because Mary hold up a picture of Spencer and Melissa and said “You and your sister look so much a like. Almost like twins.” Many pointed out that Mary didn’t mean Melissa and Spencer but actually meant Spencer and her twin sister.

If Mary was actually Spencer’s mother and we know Mary and Jessica were identical twins it could be that Mary had twins too. I looked up on wikipedia and it said this about twins:

“Women who have a family history of fraternal twins have a higher chance of producing fraternal twins themselves.”

Interesting right?

4. Hanna’s Dream - real or not?:

Shoutout to the person who made this theory, I don’t remember your username but anyways this theory says that Hanna didn’t actually saw Spencer, she saw her twin.
Now we don’t know if Hanna’s dream/hallucination was real or not, I mean we know that pll likes to fuck with us.

Remember the Alison “hallucinations”? The girls thought Alison was dead and a lot of viewers did too but it turned out she was alive!

Also why would Hanna dream about Spencer with her old hair. Spencer currently has bangs now, so why?

Lastly what I found odd was that she dreamed about Spencer coming to her. Okay I know Spanna is a thing and I like their scenes as much as everyone else but why wouldn’t her brain try to find comfort with Caleb or Emily or her Mom who she is closer to then to Spencer? Also really creepy side note when Spencer held Hanna in her arms she sang “Hush little baby don’t say a word, momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”
Okay apparently Cece kept them there but I thought it was interesting.

These are the clues I found and I think they are really interesting to think about. Of course this could all just be Marlene fucking with us but Spencer (or any of the liars) having a twin would be awesome.
What I don’t quite understand is if Spencer’s twin really is Uber A or at least the one who kept Hanna why would she tell Hanna that if there is a way in there is also one out?
Maybe because Uber A knows that Hanna didn’t do it so she let her go or because A likes to play with the liars idk.

anonymous asked:

If you have the time for it and want to do it. Cartinelli established relationship. But Angie gets more suspicious about Carter's job and think she is having an affair with Jarvis.

(For some context; this is set after the Agent Carter short, so Peggy is now Director and still working with Jarvis.)

There were no men allowed above the first floor, which didn’t stop the surge of hatred that welled up in Angie’s chest as she watched the man open Peggy’s car door for her, helping her into her coat.

She watched them from the window and imagined being able to spit from a high enough distance that she could maybe hit him in the eye, real hard, like she’d tried to do on the tops of people’s heads when she’d been a kid. (Had to find something to do when the only place to play was the roof of a tenement building.)

Of course, it couldn’t work. And he was doing a nice thing for Peg, driving her to and from work in that fancy company car. She’d gotten a promotion at the phone company, and sure it meant some later nights, but now they had money to eat good and pay the rent on time, so she shouldn’t complain. Couldn’t complain.

Except god, god, did she ever hate Edwin Jarvis.

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Hello from the other side…..

Dear Maya,
We finally got some cooler temperatures.
I’ve been waiting for sweater weather! I sat outside & had a cup of the tea you sent. Nothing like a lovely cup of English tea to make me feel warm & fuzzy. Our favorite girl is in London now. I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t getting some warm & fuzzy herself!


K: your guitar’s here!

R: well thank God. I missed it so much ;) You’re just in time for tea. We didn’t want to start the tea party without you

K: tea! How very English of you. She loves I’m A Little Teapot. Did you sing it?

R: of course! I love how she puffs out her cheeks at “when I get all steamed up hear me shout”:

K: you were a little steamed the other night. Guess some people just aren’t your cup of tea huh?

R: a little? honey I was beyond the boiling point

K: sounds like a tea party was just what you needed

R: well that’s not all I needed but it’s a start

K: oh yeah what else did you need?

R: I was thinking of something steamy

K: you aren’t talking about a cup of tea though

R: No. Most definitely not tea

K: does this steamy event involve me by chance?

R: it might

K: it better

R: that’s what I was hoping you’d say

K: I love doing steamy scenes with you

R: I’m not talking about PG 13 steamy scenes

K: yeah we had to tone that down

R: what I have in mind is definitely not toned down. I missed you so much honey. This “hello from the other side” is torture. I don’t care if it was only a couple of days. I hate you being on the other side

K: Dude I love that song! Now you only have to say hello from the other side of the bed.

R: surely you don’t think I’m going to stay on the other side of the bed

K: haha! I’m sorry it’s been so hard

R: you have no idea how hard but I’m going to show you

K: so it’s not just about the guitar?

R: I’ll pluck your body like a string

K: OMG Talk about steamy lyrics. “Miracles”. That song is fucking amazing. I love you dude & don’t you even THINK of staying on the other side of the bed

R: You have given me two miracles & you are just my cup of tea but I’m ready to act out some of those lyrics & I love you more


So sweet Maya
That song really does have steamy lyrics so you must have a listen but I will warn you - you may need a tall glass of water after listening! Have a great week. It’s off to a great start for me! It’s going to be OK.