first date meal

Dreams - Park Jihoon

a little imagine thats somewhat angsty that i’m writing at 10pm bc y not

  • dreams never really came true 
  • like they literally didn’t whoever told you that information is wrong 
  • at least that’s what you thought. 
  • one of the dreams you had at night kind of freaked you out 
  • it was a dream of you saying goodbye to jihoon your longtime boyfriend of 2 years, he was getting on a plane to go somewhere and he wasn’t really telling you where he was going 
  • the only words he said in the dream was
  • “don’t forget me” 
  • the dream would’ve continued but you woke up at your alarm telling you to get ready for your date with jihoon 
  • jihoon came soon after you were done getting ready and arrived at your door in a cute outfit and a bouquet of flowers, it wasn’t the usual flowers that he liked to give you though 
  • “forget me nots? why the change in flowers?” 
  • he just smiled and laughed shyly while handing you the flowers to put away 
  • “I don’t know, these looked pretty to me in the flower shop, they reminded me of you”
  • you blushed a little and quickly put the flowers into a vase with some water 
  • “okay let’s go on our date!”
  • jihoon intertwines his hand with yours and swings it around a bit while you both are walking to the place jihoon had planned for the date 
  • “so I have a couple of things planned for out date today!”
  • he smiles to himself while taking out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and handing it to you to look over
  • you smiled reading over the places he had planned but it also reminded you of something 
  • all the places you both had made significant memories together in the past 

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anonymous asked:

How do you balance a check book? How do you organize anything?! Like, what even is this ancient art of organization? How might one go about with the ritual of dating? Sorry to bombard you with all these questions, I'm just freaking out as I hurtle towards adulthood.

Sorry it took so long to respond! I just want to say to everyone who has sent me an ask that I will respond by the end of today. I try to write out long, detailed responses so it takes me a while to write out my thoughts. So hang on- I’m coming!

Balancing A Checkbook

First off, it’s definition time! There’s a huge difference between managing/budgeting your money and balancing your checkbook. Balancing your checkbook literally means saving your expense receipts and checking them against your bank account for discrepancies. This is most useful for people who own their own business or are looking for tax write-offs. I’m going to level with you, I don’t balance my checkbook and I don’t know anybody my age who does. If you’re a young person living on your own for the first time, you’ll quickly realize then there are hundreds of finance-related things to do, all of which are more important that balancing a checkbook. I think what you should really be concerned about is budgeting/managing your money. Check out Budgeting guide and How to Budget.

Disregarding that, here’s the real answer to your question. My parents have a gardening business, so I balance their business checkbook every couple of months for them, and this is what I do.

1. Expenses. Get yourself a folder/binder/plastic bag and write on it “expense receipts”. This is where, if you haven’t guessed, you will start keeping your expense receipts. Many stores will ask if you want a copy of your receipt- start saying yes. Go home and immediately take them out of your wallet and put them into their new home. If you make any online payments, print out the confirmation page and/or email. If you don’t have a printer, get a piece of scrap paper and write down the expense name, date, and amount.

2. Income. Get yourself a folder/binder/plastic bag and write on it “income receipts”. If you deposit a check or cash at a bank, keep the deposit slip they give you. If you deposit a check using your phone keep the voided check with your paperwork. Lots of us have direct deposit now, so make sure to write the amount and day you were paid on a piece of paper. 

3. Bank Statement. At the end of the month, find your bank statement. Most banks either mail you a paper statement or email you an electronic one at the end of every month. However, you can always go online and it will be listed on your account. I find it easier to work with hard copies as opposed to electronic copies, they make my eyes hurt less.

4. Get comfortable. Sit down with your bank statement, expenses, and incomes. Go through each receipt and make sure that there is a corresponding expense or income on your bank statement. Make note of any excess ones. Hopefully you just forgot to ask for a receipt, if you didn’t you may have been charged for something you didn’t purchase. I would allot yourself a good hour of time to do this. Put on NPR, get a good cup of tea, put on a TV show- whatever you need to get through the tedium. 

5. Reconcile. After every expense and income on your actual bank statement has been accounted for, you can either choose to save your receipts or dispose of them. And voila! You have balanced your checkbook. 

6. Alternatively. There are lots of websites and apps that do this in a paperless way. Check it


There are lots of different ways to organize things, but the most important part of organization is that it makes sense to you. It really doesn’t matter how neat or pretty something looks, if you can’t find what you need in a timely manner then what’s the point? 

Can you be more specific about what you want to organize? Is it a new home, important papers, old socks…? If you tell me exactly what you’re looking to organize than I can give you a specific response instead of a general one.


I have been in a relationship for four and a half years at this point, so I haven’t been in the dating game in a long while. Three of my close friends have been in and out of love over the past couple years, and this is my takeaway.

1. Identify. Before you can even consider going on dates with people, you need to figure out what YOU want. Not what romantic comedies say you should want, not what Cosmo says you should want, not what your friends or family say you should want. Take some time to get to know yourself. Decide whether you want a strong commitment or to have a good time. In my opinion, there is no middle ground. You either want a committed relationship or you want to explore different relationships. No judgment either way, but be decisive. This will help weed out doomed relationships. You need to stick to your guns and not compromise. If you see someone who looks gorgeous and they tell you that they just want to mess around, take them seriously. Don’t engage with them hoping to eventually change their mind because it won’t happen. It will just hurt you in the long run.

2. Your perfect date. Plan your perfect date ahead of time. It doesn’t need to be set in stone (I would definitely have at least three alternative restaurants), but a plan is always helpful. No more making out in the back of a car for lack of better plans, this confidence and decisiveness will look sexy to your prospective partner. 

The typical date outline: Activity + Meal + Activity:

Activity: The first activity should be something public. Maybe this is a hike, a museum visit, going to a theater, etc. This allows you both time to focus on the activity at hand and get some one on one experience with one another. Conversations don’t need to be too deep or meaningful at this time, just worry about having fun!

Meal: Definitely consult with your date about their food choices before choosing a restaurant. Always tell you date about the expected attire beforehand so that they don’t feel overly or under dressed, I would recommend casual attire to start with. This first date meal should not be overly expensive, try to stay around or under $40 for both of you.

Activity: This second activity should be more private, mostly so that the two of you can talk talk talk. If the date has gone well hopefully this means going over to their home or them coming to yours. If that’s not possible, try a more secluded public activity. Maybe go for a romantic stroll at night, get dessert together, sit on a park bench and stare at the stars.

3. Get off Tinder. If you’re looking for a serious relationship, Tinder is not the answer. True, a friend of mine recently started dating someone she met on Tinder, but this was after talking to ten other guys who didn’t work out. Honestly, it doesn’t seem worth the effort to me.

4. Be social. If you see a cute person, go and talk to them! We are all so afraid of what other people think of us that we get in our heads and run around in circles instead of being direct. The worst thing that can happen is that you get friendzoned, but at least then you have someone you can get bubble tea with who might have cute friends that they can set you up with. I was actually best friends with my boyfriend for three years before we started dating (crushing on him the whole time), and I was too afraid to say anything to him. Thank goodness I finally did!


I Think We Need to Talk

Pairing: Calum & Y/N

Word Count: 3,051

Requsted: vogue-luke and a few others for a part two to THIS blurb.

Summary: Calum tells you he wants to break up with you, and then realizes his mistake.

A/N: I added the blurb into the beginning of this imagine for those who might not have read the blurb! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is always appreciated!

Request // Masterlist

“I think we need to talk.”

Those six little words were like a bullet to your chest. You feel your throat tighten a bit,  and as you gently close the door behind you you see Calum sitting on your living room couch. He looks beaten down with his wrinkled clothes, his face scruffy, hair a disheveled mess as if he has been running his hands through it, and his eyes have deep purple bags underneath them, a large difference to the normally bubbly man child you’ve grown to fall in love with.

“W-what about?” You stutter before sitting beside him on the couch.

You can’t help but notice how he scoots away from you slightly, causing you to wince as you feel your heart break a little more.

“Us.” He mutters avoiding your gaze.

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glyxs  asked:

Send you Gency and please break them down! <3

  • How did they they meet? — Under an unfortunate circumstance 
  • Who developed romantic feelings first? — Genji, definitely Genji
  • Who is their biggest “shipper?” — Tracer for for sure
  • When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? — After a battle, when Mercy is done patching him up and she’s getting after him for not being more careful. Genji apologizes and then boop.
  • Who confessed their feelings first? — Mercy. Genji was always scared of not being enough for her, but she knew if she wanted to keep him, she’d have to tell him.
  • What was their first official date? — A homecook meal by Genji, before going somewhere far away from people to stargaze and cuddle.
  • How do they feel about double dates/group dates? — Mercy finds them find everyone once in a while, but Genji prefers to have their dates just themselves but won’t mind it. 
  • What do they do in their down time? — Rest. Fall asleep together. Trace patterns on each other’s skin and  play with their hair.
  • What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? — Mercy never meets Genji’s parents, but after they get married she takes him back to her home country. She brings him to the cemetery her parents were laid to rest in, and they spend the late evening beside her parents grave. She’ll tell Genji all the wonderful things she remembers about them, and he’ll tell her they’re just as beautiful as her, he knows it. 
  • What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? — Genji being overprotecting and Mercy being frustrated about doing her job. They don’t have a lot of fights but afterwards they always talk it calmly out. 
  • Which one is more easily made jealous? — Genji is super jealous when other’s hit on his angel.
  • What is their favourite thing to get to eat? — Mercy loves cheesy pasta and Genji is always trying find a restaurant she’ll love.
  • Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? — Mercy. She’s the cutest little backpack there ever is and Genji knows it.
  • Are they hand holders? — Of course
  • What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? — Both ending up captured by Talon, but they made it out okay.
  • Who does the shopping and the cooking? — Mercy. She knows Genji doesn’t eat so she’ll do it if Genji hasn’t already offer.
  • Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? — Genji, mostly because he has had more rest and is able to organize everything.
  • Who proposes? — Genji<3
  • Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? — Mercy wanted joined by Tracer and McCree convince both parties to have separate, just to let loose and have little fun before they tie the knot.
  • Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? — If they didn’t pick Tracer they’re both sure she would have exploded.
  • Big Ceremony or Small? — Small, they both wanted it that way so they can focus on each other.
  • Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? — Yes, they go to Switzerland.
  • Do they have children? How many? — Yes, two. A dark haired girl who takes after her daddy and then a blonde haired boy with his momma’s heart <3

anonymous asked:

So the other day I was like "What if Enjorlas loses a bet to Grantaire and he has to wear a flower crown for an entire meeting"? and I thought maybe you'd like it and could expand on it bc I just really love Enjorlas' curls. They are just begging to have flowers in them <3 (bonus points if its e/R fluff bc Im a hopeless fangirl)

I really liked how this was turning out until I got to the last bit and had no idea how to finish it well. But here you go, anon! :D

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(untitled interlude from @copperbadge‘s Foodieverse, where everyone is a chef.  Or just really likes food.  This takes place after the boys get together in The Hot Hipster Chef Documentary, even though I shifted them from Steve’s place, where they were headed in that piece, to Tony’s place.  Sam, the benevolent fellow that he is, let me do it. 8) )

He had no food.

Tony jammed the phone between his cheek and his shoulder. “I have no food,” he said, and it was so much worse when he said it aloud. He kind of wished he’d kept it to himself, but then again, he had no idea how to fix this, so saying it aloud was really his only hope.

He was working with very little sleep here.

There was a long, strained silence. “What?” Bruce finally asked, his voice slurred with sleep.

Tony stared into the empty maw of his fridge. “You know what’s in my fridge?” he asked. “A box of baking soda that’s seen better days, something that might once have been a ginger root, some mostly okay looking carrots and a shriveled head of cabbage, and two open bottles of mustard.” He stared at them, feeling irrationally betrayed. “And it’s not even good mustard, Bruce. It’s two jars of French’s Yellow Mustard.”

Another long pause. “I like yellow mustard,” Bruce said at last. He seemed to be coming up to speed slowly, but that was to be expected given the hour.

“Yeah, so do I, but not enough to have two open bottles! What-” Tony shoved a hand through his hair, glaring at his fridge and wishing the appliance had feelings he could hurt. “What the fuck is this, Bruce? Why is there NO FOOD?”

Bruce sighed. “Because we’ve barely left the restaurant in the last two weeks?” he asked. “That’s, that’d be my guess, Tony. Just call out for pizza, or Chinese, I don’t know, what TIME is it?”

Tony slammed the refrigerator door and stalked across the kitchen. “It’s two am, and I’m hungry, and I’m out of the city, so ordering is not a possibility, and even if I wanted to, that’s lazy, that’s like, a sixth or seventh date thing. That’s a ‘it’s snowing and I don’t want to get out of this bed ever, so let’s just eat lo mein out of the box and pretend to watch Netflix’ thing, I’m not going to be that lazy, at least not this fast, Jesus, I have standards.”

A beat of silence. “No, you don’t,” Bruce said.

“I like to pretend I do!” Bruce made a humming noise, and Tony’s eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. “Okay, so, I have a reputation!”

“Yeah, but it has nothing to do with your food.”

“I’m a fucking chef.”

“Right.  And that has nothing to do with your reputation.”

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anonymous asked:

can you please write anything based on this picture. pinterest(.)com/pin/453948837412295002/


2/10 of my 1k followers ficathon: a high school AU with fake dating!

“So,” Stiles says, slumping down in the chair across the cafeteria table from Derek. “You and me. Friday. Dinner and a movie.”

Derek chokes on his lima beans and drops his book.

“Two weeks of epic dating and then the biggest, loudest, most public breakup this school has ever seen,” Stiles barrel on. “It’s perfect.”


“What?” Derek asks when he’s finally managed to subtly cough up the lima bean lodged in his throat.

“C’mon, you’ve gotta work with me, Derek,” Stiles whines, slumping forward against the table. “This plan is foolproof, but only if we make it real.”

“Start from the beginning,” Derek growls, completely and totally lost.

“Oh my god, you are so useless,” Stiles groans, scowling at Derek. “It’s like you want everyone to think we’re dating!”

“Start. From. The. Beginning,” Derek repeats, through clenched teeth.

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American Money - Bucky x Reader


Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a Bucky fic based on American Money by BORNS? (If you haven’t heard it I highly recommend it) Thank you! **@bucky-slut**

Note: this song is sexxxy omf. also: sebby’s little chin is fuken adorable… I’m not sure how well I interpreted the song here and how I wrote this but… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ -Aly

Warning: language, mean asses cheating on you, getting abso-fucking-lutely smashed, Lady Gaga

Originally posted by bagelbarnes

I was there when you fell from the clouds
And landed in the desert
There was a thunder inside of my heart
There was a wonderful pleasure

You stare at the wall blankly, (eye color) eyes brimming with tears. Only just last week you’d been fine. You were in the clouds with joy. The two of you had been more in love than ever. Or so you thought.

Your door creaks as it cracks open, light spilling in and washing over your room. Bucky peeks his head in, seeing you sitting on your bed in one of his hoodies makes his heart stutter. Then he sees the tears beginning to make their way down your face and the phone in your shaking hand. “(your name)? What happened?” He immediately steps in, shutting the door behind him.

You’re eyes flicker to him, and his heart falters in pain. You’re gorgeous irises are surrounded by red, blood shot corneas. “Was it me?” You finally whimper, feeling Bucky settle on the bed next to you. His large arms wrap around you, pulling you close. His head shakes as he buries his nose in your hair, breathing in your smell.

“No, doll, you’re fucking perfect,” Bucky whispers. Your trembling lips mumble a weak laugh. Bucky shuts his eyes, enjoying having your body in his embrace.

And like a stallion raised in the rain
You rode on the back of my bike
I knew from the song that you sang
That you were my lover for life

You grin widely, watching Bucky pull up on his bike. He slides to a stop, raising an arm to wave you over. His eyes scan your body, taking in the crop top and jeans, his eyes lingering on the bit of tattoo peeking over your waistband on your left hip. You scurry over, accepting the helmet he gives you and settling on the back of the motorcycle.

“Ready to get shitface drunk?” Bucky asks, earning a peck on his neck from you before your helmet slides on.

“Fucking hell yeah!”

You’re cackling drunkenly at some face Bucky had pulled at your lame ass knock knock joke. “Doll, that didn’t make sense,” Bucky insists, handing you your next drink.

“We’re opening the stage to karaoke now!” Some employee announces over the microphone. You’re eyes go wide with glee as you stumble over to the DJ.

“I wanna do a Lady Gaga song…” you slur to him before wandering to the mic. As ’Poker Face’ begins you sing the words, swaying around the stage. Bucky stands by the base, watching you sing. He just stares and admires. God, you’re so amazing. So gorgeous and kind and just pure. That fucking ex of yours is a asswipe with no dick.

Goddamn, it’s hard to not tell you how he feels.

Oh, there’s no time to sleep Oh, living in a dream
So take me to the paradise
In your eyes
Green like American money
You taste just right
Sweet like Tennessee honey

Bucky’s heart is thundering at the look in your eyes as you laugh at his silly joke. “…shit…” you wheeze on a breath as your laughter becomes the silent kind, leaving you clapping this a fucking seal. “Jesus, Buck,” you chill out, carefully wiping at your eyes so as not to further smudge your makeup. Bucky stares at you from across the table with a loving grin.

“Not bad for an old coot, eh?” He cracks, bringing a hand up to rub his jaw. “How’s the food?” You look fucking beautiful is what he wants to say.

You glance down at your steak, “Not damn bad for a first date meal.” You snicker, looking back up at Bucky. “Really, James, thank you for this…” you pause, watching Bucky pay for the meal. “I know that I’ve been a fucking mess lately,” you’re voice lowers at the end shamefully.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky assures, taking his card back from the waiter.“ I love you is what he really wants to add, but doesn’t. He can’t. You’re only just single, after that sonofabitch cheated on you. He’s suppressed these emotions since he met you, he can suppress them longer.

And we can run away
Swimming in the sunlight everyday
Oh, paradise in your eyes
Green like American money
So we took to the calico road
Running from the weather
There was a highway inside of her eyes
There was a buried treasure

Bucky took it upon himself all those days ago when he found you utterly heartbroken in your apartment. He took it upon himself to make you feel loved. It hasn’t been difficult for him to love you. Spending all this time helping you mend your feeling has made own surge higher.

He hands you a beach towel and leads you down the sandy shore. You smile lightly as you inhale the fresh, salty air and take in the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach.

New York had gotten too cold for you, so Bucky brought you here, to one of Tony’s many villas in the Mediterranean.

The two of you settle down, relaxing in the sun, just talking about life and missions and everything. Conversation runs dry, and the two of you relax in a comfortable silence.

“…Bucky?” You start carefully. “Thank you, you’ve really helped a lot, and I-… I’m…“ You trail off, stammering. Do you really feel that way? Should you say it? Is six months long enough to know you feel this way? Is it love?

Bucky sits up and stares at you intently, his eyes scanning your features, “What’s that?”

“I… uh,” you sigh. “I’m in… like… with you.” Bucky’s eyes widen as he chuckles.

“Really? God,” he exhales, sitting up to crawl over to you. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long,” he mumbles, laying next to you and brushes hair from your face. “I’m in like with you, too,” he whispers, pressing his warm lips to your nose. You cross your eyes to watch him and smile happily.

You fucking love this loser.