Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.
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night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building
to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s
birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a
small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going.
Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were
incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very
likely you would blow this thing off.
shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your
hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of
psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would
appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would
not mind it if you swung by empty handed.
particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a
while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus
Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she
soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her
to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an
abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why
O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to
keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back,
and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.
for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would
Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased
your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so
that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to
have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a
witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he
would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was
keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was
exactly what you offered.
his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the
least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own
feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus
Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside
breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your
heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and,
heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.
stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched
the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.
You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from
where you stood.
you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.
hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”
then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.”
no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up.
I’m coming in.”
voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting
inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a
glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day?
The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus
said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind…
You felt like you were about burst.
was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and
took another step towards the place.
The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on
in. Everyone is waiting!”
dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far,
Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint
of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid,
despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for
attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing
up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and
went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received,
leaving you all alone.
I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter.
“It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a
-awesome dystopian cyberpunk setting
- awesome female bisexual bartender protagonist
-lots of really cool LGBT+ characters
-deals with depression, loss, ptsd, love, and friendship
-cast of characters you get WAY too invested in
-creator is from Venezuela and as such wanted to depict a hard society where people are still able to live and laugh inspired by what his experience
-choose your path by making drinks
-it’s really funny and yeah there are memes
-there’s talking corgis in business suits
“this” = work + personal writing + professional writing + my own personal stuff + /insert eating somewhere
So I haven’t fully played the new chapters yet. There are already a bunch of Asks in my inbox about the new chapters (Kenna & Diavolos - what?! / Bartender’s awesome but you were floored by Businessman’s proposal – oooh!). I’m so excited to answer them all but I’ll deal with real life shiz first before I get started on Choices. I just want you to know that I’m not ignoring your asks.
Thanks for agreeing to take me out, teach me to adult. I appreciate it.
Don't mention it. I needed a new Wing-man.
Yeah... anyways.. where do we start?
Drinks of course.
awesome. [turns to the bartender] Can I get a Gin and Tonic?
Okay. No. You are not ordering a Gin and Tonic.
Gin and Tonics are boring. You are going to order Scotch. [Orders them both a glass of Scotch] Scotch says you are sophisticated. Mysterious. I mean you're a damn War Hero Weasley! Act like it!
You say that like what you drink shows something about your personality.
Summary: Clarke has only been living in her new apartment for one month and she’s already involved in a passive-aggressive note war with her neighbor.
One month after moving into her new apartment, Clarke knows the following things about the person in #3:
They have not bothered putting a name plate up on their door or mailbox.
They have a very active sex life.
They’re at least pretty quiet about it, and their partner(s) tends to be too. No screaming orgasms or anything.
Their bed has the creakiest springs Clarke has ever heard in her life. She thinks if she went onto the street when #3 was having sex, she’d still be able to hear those damn bed springs.
The person in apartment #3 is not aware they are living in a glass house with regards to noisiness and is convinced Clarke is the loud, inconsiderate neighbor, just because she has a cat who is sometimes a little bit annoying when she’s hungry.
All of which adds up to this: Clarke has been living in her new apartment for one month, and she’s already involved in a passive-aggressive note war with her neighbor.
The first one arrived after two weeks, and it was probably meant to be helpful.
The bar’s lighting was low and blue, the furniture minimalist and tacky, the room hot and airless. Daft Punk was thumping through the speakers, and the raucous laughter of the dancers was overwhelmingly loud.
“Isn’t this great?” Charlie leaned forward to yell in his ear, her eyes bright and excited as she surveyed the room.
Dean nodded as enthusiastically as he could. It was her birthday, after all.
“I’m going to get a drink,” he mouthed, pointing towards the bar. Charlie nodded, clapped him on the shoulder and moved out onto the dance floor. Dean watched for a second as she began to jump in time with the beat; before long, a few guys and girls had gathered close to her. She was beaming as she pulled one of the girls closer. Dean smiled to himself and turned away; Charlie would be fine. He could sit down and nurse a beer without feeling guilty for killing the buzz.
When he reached the bar, he slid onto a spindly metal stool and folded his hands on the sticky countertop.
“Welcome to Heaven. Can I help you?” asked a voice, low enough to cut under the roar of the club crowd. Dean looked up to see a tall, athletic-looking guy watching him expectantly.
As per usual I hand this card out to an awesome bartender and he freaked out and showed it to his coworkers and then preceded to hang it on their wall. I love passing these cards around but it always feel weird about sticking around to see their response. But I also love seeing people respond positively to them. It feels good. And it makes me happy to make other people feel good as well. Even as small a gesture as it is.
Sitting on my floor waiting for una amiga to come pick me up for our favorite bartender’s concert at Roxy’s. If you’re in or near CoMO tonight you should come and support her because she’s awesome and has put up with drunk, obnoxious me on more than one occasion including my infamous 21st.
And after a long day of work, engorging myself with cheese dip, salsa, and amazing Mexican food, I couldn’t think of a better place to be than on the couch with a margarita. Cheers to all the amazing Tumblr women I follow.
Stay classy, guys.
Kumail Nanjiani (a Pakistani-American comedian): Was at a bar last night with @Middleditch. At the end of the night, 2 white dudes, 20’s, who’d been there for hours came up to us. "We’re big fans of you guys. (To Thomas) I trolled you on twitter yesterday.“ He goes on to say how we’re wrong about Trump.I go "Hey we don’t wanna discuss politics right now.” His friends goes “oh they’re cucks.” Then starts yelling at us. “CUCKS CUCKS CUCKS!"He starts getting in my face. Thomas puts his hand on the dude’s chest to stop him. "Don’t touch me you cuck. Wanna go outside?"At this point, the bouncer runs over, grabs them, kicks them out. The bartender is awesome & apologetic. Thomas & I are stunned.This happened at a bar in LA surrounded by ppl. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be someone who looks like me in other parts.We can’t let hate/racism/bigotry/sexism be normalized. If something happens, be safe, but let it be known we won’t stand for this. Many ppl are like "just cuz I voted for Trump doesn’t mean I’m racist/sexist.” Ok, but at best, you ignored it, you overlooked it.We thought Internet would give us access to ppl w different points of view. Instead it gives us access to many ppl w the same point of view.
California was a Hillary state, but do not be fooled. A gay man was attacked the other night in Santa Monica. Be careful, friends. Do not let your guard down.