I’m always amused by “Keep Calm and [Anything]” fan art.
Fans. Calmest fuckers I know.
It’s okay. I ripped her arm off. All better now.
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN I NOW HAVE MY OWN TAG.
UNHHHHHHH. HOW’S THAT FEEL.
I’m ashamed of how many times I’ve already done it.
It’s like an impulse at this point.
Scott: Mocha frappucino. Scott does not give a fuck whether people interpret that as “masculine enough” or not; a mocha frappuccino is a gigantic coffee chocolate milkshake covered in whipped cream and, usually, sprinkles, since any coffee place he goes to regularly has established him as a favorite customer and will pull out the stops for him. Why the hell WOULDN’T he order it? (When it’s his mom buying the coffee, he orders whatever the cheapest thing on the menu is and exclaims over it like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Melissa is not really fooled, but she appreciates the effort.)
Derek: Black with three creams and four sugars, unless anyone’s watching him order. Then just black. (He’s got a sweet tooth, but he’s trying to pretend otherwise.)
Stiles: Just black, unless anyone’s watching him order. Then he gets whatever random concoction he can come up with, peppermint raspberry mochas and double cinnamon pumpkin spice lattes. (He likes cop coffee, the bitterer the better, but has spent so long lying to his dad about drinking it that it’s become habit with everyone else).
I AM SO HAPPY TO DISCOVER THAT THIS IS A THING THAT NOW EXISTS IN THE WORLD. HOLY FUCK.
LAURA STOP SCROLLING AND READ IT.