do it on the table

jaaystodd  asked:

Can you do that last one on the word list (there was no way in hell I was going to remember how to spell it lmao) for Jason?

{Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.}

“God, you guys are killing me,” Dick moans, dropping his head face-first against the table. “How long do I have to suffer through this will-they-won’t-they? I’m tired!”

Jason furrows his brows and looks to you, frowning when you only shake your head and shrug.

“I’m serious, this is awful,” Dick continues, lifting his head enough to glare at you. “I mean, how long are you two going to pine after each other? You stare at each other all doe-eyed and soft and mushy and then you just don’t do anything about it! How does that even work! It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you idiots are in love, damn.”

If the ground could open up and swallow you whole, you would willingly dive in headfirst. As it stands, it won’t, and you feel the blush creep up your neck, heat engulfing your entire being as you focus on the wood of your kitchen table. The room is left to an uneasy silence.

“…what,” Jason finally croaks, staring wide-eyed at Dick, avoiding even looking in your general direction, and then: “WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK, GRAYSON. YOU CAN’T JUST OUT PEOPLE LIKE THAT, GOD.”

You flinch at his outburst, and you only turn your attention to Dick, narrowing your eyes at his pleased expression.

“Come on, Jay,” he grins, rising from his place. “You love her, she loves you. You get all dopey when she’s around, she gets all flustered. It’s cute.”

He claps his hands together before patting you on the shoulder as he makes his way to your front door. “Now I’ll leave you two to confess.”

Overprotective

Joe let out a small grunt as another body was shoved into his.

The club was packed tonight, making it difficult to maneuver through the crowd without getting a foot stepped on, an elbow to the rib, or a full body slammed against your own. All he was trying to do was make it back to the table him and the boys had managed to grab, having disappeared to the bathroom briefly.

As the crowd shifted and surged with the music, Joe could just see the searching face of his boyfriend, who smiled in relief as their eyes locked on to one another, only interrupted as dancing bodies darted between it.

Seeing a body moving towards him from the corner of his eye, Joe stepped back quickly, trying to avoid the collision, only to have his back connect with a different body, one that shoved him back.

“Watch where you’re going!” An angry voice called over the loud music, and Joe turned around to apologize, shrinking back at the threatening look being sent his way.

“Sorry, mate.” He mumbled, unsure as to if the stranger could even hear.

“What was that?” The man asked, towering over Joe, his shoulders tensing up, two of his friends flanking him on either side.

“It was just an accident!” Joe tried to explain, hands held up in front of him. He wanted to step back, out of the man’s personal space, but the crowd had tightened around him, and the man was stepping closer, clearly sizing Joe up.

“You got this,” The friend said on the right, a sneer on his lips, “He’s tiny.”

“It’ll barely be a fight.” The one of the left said, chuckling darkly, “Just get it over with.”

Joe swallowed in slight fear, because the man int he middle was very much so larger than him, and obviously ready for a fight, something Joe did not want to be part of. But there was no way out of the situation, not with how packed the crowd was.


“Is there a problem here?” A familiar voice drawled, a warm and comforting hand placed on Joe’s lower back. He turned his head to see Jack standing beside him, his jaw tense as his blue eyes jumped to each man.

“Nothing that concerns you,” The stranger Joe had run into spat at Jack.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” The younger man smirked, his hand moving to slip into Joe’s, “Because you’re threatening my boyfriend. So I do believe this concerns me.”

The stranger stared over at Jack, quickly reassessing the situation, before giving a quick shake of his head, “Sod this. Let’s go.”

Joe let out a breath of relief as the three turned and disappeared into the crowd, his body leaning against Jack’s.

“You okay?” The younger man mumbled into his ear, squeezing Joe’s hand.

“M’fine.”

“Come on then,” Jack said, pulling Joe through the crowd and towards the table, their friends giving them a worried look.

“Everything alright?” Conor asked, leaning across the table to be heard over the music.

“Yup,” Jack nodded towards his brother, “Nothing to worry about.”

“This time,” Josh scoffed, sipping his drink, “Try to not get banned from this club, Jack.”

“No promises.” The younger Maynard grinned before turning his attention to Joe, who smiled over at him.

“You didn’t have to come save me.”

“Yes, I did.”

“I was fine.”

“You were about two seconds away from being punched, Joe.”

“So I still had two seconds.”

Rolling his eyes, Jack shook his head, “Hopeless.”

Joe let out a small laugh, leaning in to press his lips against Jack’s in what was meant to be a quick kiss, but the younger man had other plans, his hand moving to the back of Joe’s neck as he deepened the kiss, the complaints from their friends going ignored.


“Thanks for saving me,” Joe mumbled after they broke apart, his breathing a little heavier.

“I’ll always come save you, babe.” Jack smiled.

“Good to know you’re overprotective.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are,” Joe chuckled, brushing his lips against Jack’s swiftly, “But that’s okay. Nice knowing I have someone watching over me.”

“Not overprotective,” Jack muttered, pouting lightly.

“Keep denying it, babe,” Joe grinned, “But just know I appreciate it. And anyways, you’re hot when you’re defending me.”

“I’m always hot.”

“I’m trying to thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Jack laughed, pulling Joe in for another kiss, “You’ll have to make it up to me somehow.”

“I can make you breakfast tomorrow.”

“I was thinking something a little different…” Jack trailed off, his eyes darkening slightly.

“Of course you were,” Joe shook his head, “How about I pay you back when we get home, and then make breakfast in the morning too?”

“I think Joe and I are going to head out!” Jack announced to the table suddenly, pulling Joe out of the booth with him.

“Of course you are,” Conor laughed, “Have a good night boys!”

“Jack!” Joe spluttered as his boyfriend lead him towards the exit, an amused smile on his lips.

“I want to be thanked properly, Joe.” Jack winked over his shoulder.

“You’re horrible!”

“Say what you want, babe,” Jack commented as they emerged into the cool night air, his arm winding around Joe’s waist, “I still saved you. And you owe me.”

“Yes, you did.” Joe reached up to kiss Jack once more, “And I’ll make it up to you as soon as we get home.”

anonymous asked:

So... What would Rei's first word be? Will it be in English? Swedish?? Japanese???

Rei: Mmh–ma–mm
Angela: Mama?
Rei: mada mada.

Ok but seriously, Genji and Angela had a longstanding bet over whose language Rei would pick up on first when one day Mercy was doing some paperwork with Rei in her high chair at the table, and Mercy got a message from one of her colleagues that was essentially dumping a bunch of lab and paperwork on her, and Mercy muttered “Scheisse” under her breath and Rei went “shy-sa!” And Mercy slowly looked up in horror but Rei was delighted and she started going “Shy-sa! Shy-sa! Scheisse!!” And Mercy was like “oh god her first word is swearing. I’m a terrible mother.” And like, Mercy was so embarrassed about it she was desperately trying to get Rei to say something different in German so she could say THAT was Rei’s first word but to no avail. Genji probably would have made fun of Angela for it, but Rei’s first word in Japanese was also “Kuso.”

Someone: So what was her first word?
Genji: Tori.
Mercy: Vogel.
Someone: Was it in Japanese or German?
Mercy and Genji: Yes.

TalesFromYourServer: When a guest lies right to your face

I work in a casual, burger and bar type joint. It is a seat yourself restaurant, but when it gets busy we do take names to avoid confusion and save larger tables for bigger parties. For this reason, my manager had the “seat yourself” sign turned to “please wait to be seated” side.

We’d just gotten through our dinner rush when I saw a couple walk into the restaurant. They stood for a moment, looking around, when I came up to them and told them they could sit anywhere they’d like. The woman said, “oh I was confused because of the sign” and I replied and said I was sorry, we’d just gotten done with our rush and they were now free to sit down. My manager had been passing by and heard me saying this and told them the same thing, and all of a sudden their moods had changed. The man said, “oh, I wish we would’ve known that. We’ve been standing here for seven minutes.”

First of all, I literally saw you and spoke to you as soon as you walked through the door, so there wasn’t any damn seven minutes. Also, seven minutes? Exactly seven minutes? Some people…

My manager and I had a good laugh in back after we’d walked away and I’d told him what happened. It really wasn’t the biggest deal of the night, but just hilarious how much customers will sometimes straight up lie and exaggerate for no reason at all.

Anyways, I’m off for the next week, and ready to drink some whiskey. Cheers!

By: digimondigitalmonstr

i think its really shitty to talk down to people who are younger than you. i remember when i was a kid adults always using tones with me, and treating me like i misbehaved. the funny thing is, i was a pretty shy and timid kid. the only adults id ever talk back to were my parents, and on rare occasions. i dont think kids are treated right by a lot of adults. especially figures that were supposed to be systems of support, like teachers, i remember would constantly make me feel bad. i was always awful at math and whenever i was confused and didnt have my hand up for an answer they would purposely seek me out to humiliate me. i remember they would keep me in during recess to do my times tables instead of letting me play with others. I would get chewed out and yelled at a lot for forgetting my homework or not completing my work. I just can remember year after year not feeling like I could trust a lot of adults, or like they were always looking for a way to get me in trouble, and it feels really liberating now to be an adult and have fewer of those experiences. But fuck, lets try to stop putting kids through that. You shouldnt have to feel anxious every time you have to interact with an adult bc they are an “authority figure” and are going to flex their powers to boost their self esteem

i-am-the-grey-god  asked:

What do you prefer? Drawing on paper or in the graphic table? Or something else if you can? I don't know...

Well… Many people want to go with the graphic table because you can undo your mistakes. but, somehow I want to go with a tablet since I’ve been wanted to.

I love to draw in papers too since I’m born for it. Traditional is also beautiful too and you grow up with it XD

(for my final thought)

I’m okay with anything of it I prefer. even though both can have a problem. Traditional have a problem with materials and it cost a lot too. Tablet with the pens when time passes it will broke ? 

TalesFromYourServer: A few things to note from your friendly closing server:
  1. No I will not take your table because you are “about to be cut.” I have my own shit to deal with.

  2. Yes, you actually have to do your sidework. No, I won’t let you half ass it.

  3. No I will not sign you out for silverware you did not roll.

  4. No, I will not take your table because you “just got cut.”

  5. If you keep bitching at me to check your sidework (that I know you’ve halfassed.) after I just got triple sat because all of the non closers got cut, I will take as long as humanly possible to do it.

  6. No I will not take your table because you’ve “been cut for literally ever and feel like they’re going to camp.”

  7. Yes, you must destain ALL the tea urns and pitchers.

  8. No I will not take your table because they just ordered dessert.

  9. No I will not take your table.

  10. NO I WILL NOT TAKE YOUR TABLE.

By: VFB1210

anonymous asked:

hello seo! ure literally my favorite account 💖 i hope u dont mind answering to this question : im a new studygram but my house has terrible (yellow) lighting. there is no natural sunlight as my study table faces the wall. i use vsco and apply the same filter with no alterations but the color tone appears different and ruins my feed. I always take my photos on the same table tho, how do i at least make the color tone of my photos similar, not too warm or too cool all of a sudden?

hello! maybe you could adjust the warmth of your photos? hope that helps!

The Denny’s rule book: A simple guide

Denny’s is your local, friendly diner open 24 hours a day every day of the year. A place to relax and enjoy a breakfast at any hour, a fulfilling lunch or delicious dinner. All are welcome at Denny’s, and it’s your safest location, provided you follow this very simple guide for the nightly hours.

  1. Never close your eyes in a Denny’s parking lot. 
  2. Walk calmly to the door; you will hear sounds. Do not look behind you.
  3. Always make sure the door closes behind you, unless it was already open when you arrived, in which case do not touch the door.
  4. Never sit at the table farthest from the front door. Your server will sometimes try to seat you there. Politely refuse and ask for another table.
  5. If you see a table with two salt-shakers, walk past it; that table is taken. Sit at the table directly across from it instead. 
  6. Eat your pancakes. Box any leftovers; it would be a shame to waste food. It might attract something.
  7. Do not, under any circumstance, look into the eyes of your own reflection in the bathroom.
  8. If your server’s eyes turn black, do not panic; order a coffee with extra cream. Do not ask for a refill. Do not stare.
  9. Think you recognize someone who just walked in? Best to ignore it. It’s probably not what it seems. They will proceed to sit at the table farthest from the door.
  10. If you are walking past a Denny’s and you see yourself sitting in the corner booth through the window, keep walking. Do not eat at Denny’s that night.
  11. Did you tip? You better double check. It’s only polite to leave a tip.
  12. Do not ask questions. They will Notice.

Your local Denny’s is the perfect place for a delicious meal at all hours of the day. Hope you enjoy your next visit to any Denny’s Diner!

@americans who are young: 20% is the correct amount to tip your server or delivery person

i say this (and repeat it a lot. probably too much. sorry.) because i know a lot of younger people who are just starting to go places on their own do not know how much they should tip, and i know this because i have heard this dilemma come up sometimes w/ tables of teens i’ve waited on, cause they just don’t know. 

i’m here 4 u teens of america: it’s 20%, unless ur waiter is an asshole (like not bad day asshole but Premium Asshole Asshole) or creepy, in which case it is 15%, dropping appropriately to 10% as their Assholery or Creepiness climbs.

just multiply what your bill is by two and drop the second digit. for example: i spend 15 bux, 15x2 = 30, drop the second digit and the appropriate 20% tip is 3 bux.  or u spent 48 bux, thats like 96, that’s p close to 100 so just tip 10 bux to be Cool. 

if you stay at the table for a long time, also compensate accordingly – servers usually have a limited number of tables that they are given responsibility for (so these five or six tables in the corner are my section, anyone who sits there is my table to take care of) and if you camp out for a long time that can cut into yr servers ability to Make doll4rs and/or Leave Work.

if you know that you’re gonna be catching up w/ an old friend for two hours, you can, honestly, just go “hey i’m planning on chatting w/ my friend for a while, but I know we’re taking up this table, and I’m going to tip extra for your time” and that’ll work out for everyone in the long run. people like to know you’re trying to be respectful of their time + effort. everyone is nice, everyone has a nice good time. 

Yeah, but guys, can you imagine Remus Lupin going on a premiere of Les Mis in London (1985) because he loved the book and decided to finally go out and have a bit of fun and then hearing “Empty chairs at empty tables”? Because I just did and I am not okay.

“Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.”