banquet setting

I’m giving my first ever presentation in a conference setting tomorrow and I’m freakin out, it’s like a whole banquet/official setting, but I just have to think that this is such a cool thing that’s happening! As soon as its over I can say I presented at a NASA funded program! It’s only 8 minutes and I’m going first thing in the morning, and a bunch of other people are going as well so I think it’ll be good ^-^ Just gotta be excited rather than anxious!!! This is also a good luck to everyone where the end of the semester is the most stressful time ughdfghfds only 3 weeks and I’m a graduate!! 

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Bloodlines - 10 (Callum Lynch/Reader)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine

@superwholockstringpuller this is what happens when you write angst…you pushed me to everything that happens after thissssssss….

Originally posted by andsowewalkalone

You sat next to Cal on some fold out chairs a few weeks later. You smirked a little at his fidgeting as he looked toward the horizon, “She’s going to make it.”

“I know…” He nodded a little patting his hands on his legs. He licked his lips finally looking at her, “It’s just she said she had this hitch in her foot yesterday…”

You reached over taking his hand getting him to stop for a moment, “She’s going to be fine. You trained her and you were trained by Aguilar, in person no less. She is going to be the best on the field.”

He smiled giving your hand a squeeze, “She is, isn’t she?”

You laughed a little to yourself, as he turned back eagerly looking for the class to appear. Everyone in the town had been sitting in the morning sun for an hour now waiting for their return.

Finally, children screeching from the lookout post alerted them to someone approaching. You smiled as Cal and several other fathers stood up looking for the potentials to return. You stood with him leaning over ever so slightly, “You know…regardless of the outcome…”

“I know…” He looked down to you, “She’ll be magnificent either way…”

“I was going to say there was still cake at the house…happy cake or sad cake…just remember that when she gets here.” You winked as you looked back to the field. You pointed, “I see someone.”

His eyes looked back toward the horizon as a small form appeared racing toward the finish line. A big grin came to his face, “It’s her! She’s going to make it!”

“It’s not that simple…” You told him with a sigh, “This is the final push…she’ll have to get past the last defense.”

He looked to you, “What do you mean?”

You moved closer to him so he could follow where you pointed, “There’s an assassin in the field. He’s been there all day. There’s one closer to us too.”

“Can you tell who it is?” He frowned making a fist.

You nodded crossing your arms, “Julian and…Sam.”

He looked to you worried then back to the field, “I didn’t know…”

“She’ll be fine.” You reassured him, though you had some doubts yourself.

Everyone watched as Risha pushed through the tall grass field running toward them. This is where young potentials made their mistakes. You could only hope for her now as Julian began to move toward her.

“She sees him.” Cal whispered.

“How do you know?” You glanced at him.

“You’ll see…” He smirked a little never taking his eyes off the field. You followed the girl across the field as Julian made a move to take her feet out from under her.

Risha moved like a river over rocks placing a firm hand down onto Julian’s face pushing off before she rounded off her landing with heavy blow to his back. The crowd winced for him as he let out a loud yell before she took off running again.

“I don’t see him.” Cal whispered scanning the area for her final opponent.

“That’s the point…Sam’s a master at infiltration…” You frowned, “He won’t be seen until he wants to.”

Risha ran for the finish until she began to slow down. Everyone in the crowd began to mutter as other potentials began to catch up. Cal looked her over carefully trying to read what she was thinking.

“Cal…” You whispered anxiety reaching you.

He shushed you as the crowd went silent. Finally, Risha ducked down as wooden blades shot at her. She was quick to move toward where they were coming from. More shot at her as she ducked and rolled out of the way. Never once did she stop moving.

Finally with a loud cry she leapt into the air throwing her feet out in front of her making Sam retreat from his hiding spot. She landed hard on her stomach making Cal flinch toward her, “Get up kiddo…”

Sam took quick steps toward her grabbing her by the hair. She let out a loud cry grabbing his hand. You reached for Cal’s hand as he made a fist. You’d explained that people got hurt during this, but it was still Risha.

Risha reached back grabbing Sam by the ear yanking hard enough that he loosened his grip. She took the moment to maneuver her way to face him. She grabbed his arm for support as she climbed up his body with her feet wrapping her legs around his neck. Using her momentum, she landed him down on his back before throwing her hand back she as if she had a blade on her wrist. She cried out as she slammed it down over his heart.

Sam stared at her letting her hair go he nodded. She turned quickly for the finish line. Cal couldn’t contain himself any longer as he rushed over to the finish line with many others.

You watched the pair of them light up when they made eye contact. Risha pushed herself faster running into his arms. You smiled as he lifted her up into air as everyone crowded around her, the seasons next assassin.

Cal put her down and she looked at him breathing hard, “I did.”

“You did.” He smiled cupping her face with his hand affectionately like a father.

You walked over with Eli and Ren. The children gave their big sissy a hugs as you held out a bottle of water to her, “Well done.”

“Thank you.” She nodded to you before downing the entire bottle.

Once everyone settled down and all the potentials were in. The elders gathered in front of everyone, “We have these opportunities to prove ourselves…to better ourselves…to ensure the safety of our people and the world. Today Risha…a girl who’s dealt with so much loss, has proven that she is more than just a girl…she is an assassin.”

Cal smiled giving Risha a wink. She smiled from behind the elders. He leaned over to you, “When she makes her declaration…she’s going to pick music. We should get her a piano…even just a small one.”

You smiled and nodded, “I’m sure we can work that out with everyone.”

“Now…as is our custom Risha will come forward and declare what she desires. No matter how big or small…it will be done.” The elder turned to her, “My dear…”

Risha swallowed and stepped forward looking at everyone. She cleared her throat, “Um…I know it’s become a custom to ask for a skill that we could be trained in…and I had intended to do just that, but…”

Cal’s mouth dropped open surprised, “Has she said anything to you about changing her declaration?”

“No.” You shook your head as Risha went on.

“It’s a little short of a year since my father died…and I miss him.” She smiled sadly, “But I’ve been given such a gift already. Callum Lynch and Y/N L/N. They have given me a home. They have given me food…siblings…and so much that I can never thank them enough. Know that I will be thanking them for eternity.”

You felt a hitch in your throat as she went on, “My declaration isn’t for a weapon…or a skill set. Today I’m declaring that Cal and Y/N are my parents. I will no longer call them by their names…but by the loving roles they have provided for me…Mom and Dad.”

Cal sniffed as a tear rolled down his cheek. He took your hand tightly as she continued, “While I will have a different name…I will honor all traditions of parents with them. Every mother’s day…every father’s day will be theirs from this day forward. I will honor them like I honor my birth parents, with love and respect.”

“You are sure that this is what you want?” The elder looked at her.

“I don’t need anything material…” She looked over to the pair of you crying together, “as my parents provide everything I could ever want.”

She moved away from the elders and walked over to you both. Cal stood up embracing her tightly like a father should, “Oh Risha…”

You stood up looking at them wiping another tear away as Risha took your hand, “I love you guys.”

Cal final let her go and she moved to you hugging you tightly. You smiled kissing her cheek, “We love you…we always love you. You will always have a home; you will never be without.”

After the emotional scene everyone broke for the large banquet that was set up nearby. Many mothers walked over to you congratulating you on the gaining of another child. Fathers did the same to Cal.

You watched Risha carefully as masters approached her to discuss the next portion of her training. She had a long road ahead of her and you worried. Becoming an assassin required so much sacrifice.

Cal came over with a couple of drinks and sat down next to you, “They’re never going to leave her alone are they?”

You shook your head taking the drink he handed to her, “Nope…they want her to be ready.”

“She’s more ready then most assassins.” You both turned looking at Sam. He shifted a little on his feet taking in a deep breath, “Never seen someone move like that.”

Cal looked at him, “We came up with a few new things…to give her an edge.”

Sam smiled a little and nodded, “Well it worked. You’ve got well-disciplined daughter, Cal.”

Cal nodded slowly looking at him, “Thank you.”

“That’s why this really sucks…” Sam took a step closer them, “That I have to break up your new family unit so soon…”

You looked at him and frowned, “…you’re sending him on a mission?”

“I’m not…I don’t think he’s cut for it yet…” Sam licked his lips, “The council thinks he’s a fit for this job though.”

Cal swallowed and stood up stepping closer to Sam, “…When?”

“In three days…overseas.” Sam told him, “That’s all I can say here. Council wanted me to let you know…so you could settle things before leaving.”

“Alright, thank you Sam.” Cal sighed watching him turn walking away. He took a deep breath before looking at you, “Y/N…”

You shut your eyes to try and stop the tears of worry. It didn’t work, so you quickly put your hands over your face. You felt him put his hands on your knees as he whispered your name. You looked at him tears dripping off your nose to his face, “Cal…I can’t…”

“You won’t.” He smiled at you shaking his head taking your face in his hands, “You won’t. I’ll be back…”

“Cal…” He wiped the tears from your face before silencing you with a kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered resting his forehead against yours, “That love will bring me home.”

Imagine: Sirius surprising you with dinner after having a long day at work

A/N: A sweet mini drabble of our handsome lade Sirius and for @goblackhatwithme, because we all need a little Sirius to brighten up our day


Home


“Don’t come in yet!”

The door pulls itself close and you lose grip of your keys, watching in disdain as they jingle to the now closed door.

“Heeeyy!!” you squeal in annoyance. Then you smile. If doors were randomly slamming in your face that only meant one thing – Sirius was back from one of his missions with James and Remus.

“Open –” You start to yell before the door slowly opens, exposing your clean apartment to you. “Up.”

You finish, walking into the space. You had been working double shifts at the Ministry, trying to sell your cover to the many men and women that worked there, that the apartment was slowly turning into one large clothes hamper.

Now as you looked around the small space, everything had been cleaned and put back into its place. Candles floated endless in the air, giving the room a feeling of warmth and safety. Your turned, your eyes falling into the small space you called a kitchen where Sirius was finishing the final touches of dinner.

He looked up at you, his dark eyes pouring into yours and smiles.

“I didn’t think you’d be home this early luv.” He flits his wand, placing the turkey on the small dining room table where a small banquet was set, along with your favorite flowers and endlessly more candles. Though Sirius could be nothing but sarcastic, you forgot that he had a soft, romantic side that he only allowed you to see.

You run across the small space, jumping into his arms and bringing him closer to you. It didn’t matter that you were surrounded by ignorant, muddled minded wizards who knew nothing beyond what they imagined for hours a day. It was him – the people you both had in your life, your love – that made it all worth it in the end.

He chuckles, his strong arms bringing you closer to him in a hug before pulling away and looking at you.

“Miss me honey?”

You narrow your eyes though your lips never stop smiling and you shake your head.

“The longer you are gone – the harder it is to remember why we are doing all this in the first place.”

He gives a weak smile, his eyes suddenly becoming distant before he clears his throat and kisses you on the forehead.

“No need to talk like that luv.” He whispers against your skin before looking down at you. “All that matters is that I’m here now.”

“Yea…” you smile, pulling at his dark shirt, your hand trailing down its length. “How ‘bout we make up for lost time?”

He gives a cheeky smile before lifting you up, leading you both to your bedroom.

“I couldn’t have said it any better.”

One of the Patrician’s greatest contributions to the reliable operation of Ankh-Morpork had been, very early in his administration, the legalising of the ancient Guild of Thieves. Crime was always with us, he reasoned, and therefore, if you were going to have crime, it at least should be organised crime.


And so the Guild had been encouraged to come out of the shadows and build a big Guildhouse, take their place at civic banquets, and set up their training college with day-release courses and City and Guilds certificates and everything. In exchange for the winding down of the Watch, they agreed, while trying to keep their faces straight, to keep crime levels to a level to be determined annually. That way, everyone could plan ahead, said Lord Vetinari, and part of the uncertainty had been removed from the chaos that is life.


And then, a little while later, the Patrician summoned the leading thieves again and said, oh, by the way, there was something else. What was it, now? Oh, yes…


I know who you are, he said. I know where you live. I know what kind of horse you ride. I know where your wife has her hair done. I know where your lovely children, how old are they now, my, doesn’t time fly, I know where they play. So you won’t forget about what we agreed, will you? And he smiled.


So did they, after a fashion.

—  Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
seungri x reader (request)

POV: Reader
Pairing: Seungri (Big Bang) x Reader
Rating: PG-13 (cause language and stuff)
Comments: Did I cover this request well? I have no idea. 8D Hopefully, it does. I resisted the urge to make this smutty because there’s really not a place for it (and the reader character isn’t really feeling into it, as you’ll see). I hope you all enjoy it.

Summary: “Can i request a seungri scenrios, when you go to yg party and your heard some people say bad things on you, you’re actually dating him. You say anything cuz u didn’t want to make a scene on this spécial event. but he discover it. thank you, and love your writing” - Anon

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One of the Patrician’s greatest contributions to the reliable operation of Ankh-Morpork had been, very early in his administration, the legalizing of the ancient Guild of Thieves. Crime was always with us, he reasoned, and therefore, if you were going to have crime, it at least should be organized crime.
 
And so the Guild had been encouraged to come out of the shadows and build a big Guildhouse, take their place at civic banquets, and set up their training college with day-release courses and City and Guilds certificates and everything. In exchange for the winding down of the Watch, they agreed, while trying to keep their faces straight, to keep crime levels to a level to be determined annually. That way, everyone could plan ahead, said Lord Vetinari, and part of the uncertainty had been removed from the chaos that is life.
 
And then, a little while later, the Patrician summoned the leading thieves again and said, oh, by the way, there was something else. What was it, now? Oh, yes…
I know who you are, he said. I know where you live. I know what kind of horse you ride. I know where your wife has her hair done. I know where your lovely children, how old are they now, my, doesn’t time fly, I know where they play. So you won’t forget about what we agreed, will you? And he smiled.
 
So did they, after a fashion.
And in fact it had turned out very satisfactorily from everyone’s point of view. It took the head thieves a very little time to grow paunches and start having coats-of-arms made and meet in a proper building rather than smoky dens, which no one had liked much. A complicated arrangement of receipts and vouchers saw to it that, while everyone was eligible for the attentions of the Guild, no one had too much, and this was very acceptable—at least to those citizens who were rich enough to afford the quite reasonable premiums the Guild charged for an uninterrupted life. There was a strange foreign word for this: inn-sewer-ants. No one knew exactly what it had originally meant, but Ankh-Morpork had made it its own.
 
The Watch hadn’t liked it, but the plain fact was that the thieves were far better at controlling crime than the Watch had ever been. After all, the Watch had to work twice as hard to cut crime just a little, whereas all the Guild had to do was to work less.
—  Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett
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I met Ghost town over a year ago now, in a very small acoustic signing, around 40 people sitting on the floor chillin as they preform a beautiful set at Banquet Records (London).They hung out with us afterwards, the band getting confused as to what I was wearing, it was a jumpsuit (short & top combo). Manny getting happy over my Pikachu ears, Evan scared about the size of an Ipad, and Kevin point me towards his direction demanding a selfie!Good day! Shall miss it ! Never forget the bread that some girl made them sign, good times

Spooks of Halloweens Past

By GM Amelia

Hi-ya, Elpeeps! September’s about to close and you know what that means… Halloween month is coming! Those keen on celebrating all hallows’ eve to the hilt may take the super blood moon from this past weekend as the perfect mood setter. Well, we’re jumping right in with a throwback Tuesday post. Remember the Halloweens past in Elsword? Let’s take a look back!

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tearfulmaiden  asked:

♦: Slow dancing

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With their newly instated boyfriend/girfriend status Haldir had been more than excited to invite Ninny to his friend’s wedding. He’d gotten the invitation in the mail awhile ago, but felt inviting her might infringe on dating territory and didnt wish to scare her away. But now things were different, and he couldn’t have been more glad.

Haldir held Nienor close as they danced to a smooth Sinatra melody courtesy of the band. The interior of the hall was lit with hundreds of candles- the warm light coming from the place settings, the banquet tables, and a few traditional chandeliers hanging above them. It made Nienor’s hair look impossibly more illustrious and golden and Haldir placed a kiss to her soft locks.

“It’s a beautiful wedding.” he hummed in remark, “Don’t you think?”