how to host a party

Pretty sure Shadow would be just fine with Czernobog forgetting about him instead of crushing his skull.

Venus Blessings

Wherever you may have Venus in your house(s). If it is empty, check which sign your Venus is and apply it to the house that it rules.

Venus in the 1st House: You are blessed with natural charm and attraction. You typically have a good fashion sense, dedicating a lot of time on your physical appearance. 

Venus in the 2nd House: You are blessed with money and/or spectacular taste in possessions. You typically value/attracted to: art, beauty, and luxury. 

Venus in the 3rd House: You are blessed with words and communication. Whether it’s by talking–or writing, you can flatter/compliment without even trying. 

Venus in the 4th House: You are blessed with interior design. You really know how to make a home feel and look beautiful. You can host a house party like no other.

Venus in the 5th House: You are blessed with romance, creativity, and children. You love a good party and romantic affair. Creativity comes naturally to you. You are good with and/or will have children.

Venus in the 6th House: You are blessed with pleasant co-workers, polite mannerisms, and an artistic career. You may even have others volunteer to help you out at work as well. 

Venus in the 7th House: You are blessed with long relationships. Marriage, Business, and/or friendships are often harmonic and balanced. Your partner will most likely be very attractive.

Venus in the 8th House: You are blessed with inheritance, the art of seduction, and sex. Sex is usually like a transformation for you after every experience. 

Venus in the 9th House: You are blessed with journeys/travel, foreign language/culture, and higher education. You attract exotic people with different, cultural backgrounds; possibly, marry a foreigner as well. You may be a gifted writer/publisher.

Venus in the 10th House: You are blessed with a respectable job profession. You will have an easy time developing a good relationship with authoritative figures. You could also gain a high title in an art career. 

Venus in the 11th House: You are blessed with a large group of friends. Your friends will probably have an artistic nature to them. You have a natural flow with social groups. 

Venus in the 12th House: You are blessed with a hidden/secret, creative talent. You may even hide priceless possessions from the world to see. Hidden love affairs are also quite possible. 

Truth or truth?

1. Are you good at apologizing?
2. Do you prefer your looks or personality?
3. Are you confident?
4. What are you most confident about yourself?
5. Name a few songs that reminds you of someone, and who it remind you of.
6. What is your favourite colour combination?
7. Define your “aesthetic”.
8. What is sex to you?
9. Do you have any kinks? What are they?
10. What are some of your biggest pet peeves?
11. What’s something that automatically turns you off of other people?
12. What song always makes you sad/emotional?
13. How many people have you dated? How many of them do you still have feelings for?
14. How are you with moving on?
15. What’s a philosophy you agree with, but fail to live by?
16. What’s something you don’t like about yourself?
17. What’s something positive happening in your life right now?
18. Are you truly able to admit your faults in relationships to yourself?
19. Is it important to you to be a good person?
20. Are you a good person?
21. How could you become a better person?
22. Would/have you ever pierced your genitalia?
23. Have you ever been in love? If so, with how many people?
24. Do you believe in love at first sight?
25. Which social science interests you more; psychology (how the mind effects a person), sociology (how society affects a people) or anthropology (learning about culture)? Why?
26. Have you ever orgasmed?
27. Have you ever made someone else orgasm?
28. During sexual interaction, what is the most important thing to you?
29. Are you comfortable being sexual with lots of people?
30. How do you usually get people to be interested in terms of romantic relationships? And sexual relationships? And platonic relationships?
31. What’s your favourite song to sing a long to?
32. What’s some “embarrassing” music you listen to?
33. What are you most snobby/pretentious about?
34. How do you express sad emotions? And happy emotions?
35. Do you use Skype? Facetime?
36. How do you feel about phone calls?
37. How do you feel about texting?
38. What are your thoughts on LDRs?
39. Have you ever cried over a piece of visual art? What was it of? Why do you think it made you cry?
40. When and why was the last time you cried?
41. What’s something you love that you never do anymore? Why don’t you do it?
42. Are you afraid to die?
43. If there were no limits; who and what would you be?
44. Are you more likely to be sub or dom during sex?
45. Describe your fashion sense.
46. Do you have stage fright?
47. Did/do you ever put your hand up in class?
48. Are you more of an open or closed person?
49. What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you? And the best?
50. Are you a theist? (Not necessarily in the way of “guy in the sky”, maybe just believing in any higher power)
51. What are your top three places you’d like to travel and why?
52. What’s something you thought would be really scary/bad, but was actually fine when it happened/you did it?
53. When you sleep at friends houses, how often do you sleep in their bed?
54. Can you sleep facing someone?
55. Do you ever get in slumps? If so; how often, and how long do they usually last for?
56. Do you like being alone?
57. Are you social?
58. How do you feel about parties?
59. Have you ever hosted a party? How did it go?
60. What question(s) do you love to ask people?
61. What question(s) do you love being asked?
62. Are you confrontational? Does it make you uncomfortable when others are?

Send me in two numbers, 1-62, and I’ll answer one!!

Bitty’s favourite cousins
  • Most people who know Bitty know that he looks alot like his mother
  • But most people who know Bitty do not know that he looks like his father too
  • So some of his cousins from his fraternal side share shockingly similar facial features with him
  • His favourite cousins are the three kids of his dad’s sister, who married a Brit, thus the kids are influenced by both cultures
    • The eldest is a boy two year older than Bits, and he is the Big Brother Who Has To Take Care All of His Ridiculous Siblings (his name is Michael)
    • The other two are actually twins, the elder a girl (Beth) and the younger a boy (Cason)
    • “Listen to me, baby bro” “You are literally only 10 mins older than me” “I’m still your big sister”
    • Anyway, the three kids + Bitty all have the same eyes, while Beth & Bits are especially alike. Like, of course they don’t look the same, (eg  Beth has curly red hair), but they remind other people of each other
    • They grew up with Bitty back in Georgia, but all three opted to go to university in England because 1) half of their family is there, and 2) tuition fee is way cheaper in England
    • from eldest to youngest: Michael - Bits - Beth - Cason
    • Part of why Bitty got his mother hen tendencies is because he got to look after the twins, even though they are only around 1 yr younger than him; but boy they can cause trouble
    • But as you can imagine, Bitty misses them a lot. Beth did figure skating with him when they were younger and the twins were also on his high school’s co-ed hockey team
    • They are some of his only friends back in Georgia, even though none of them is in Georgia now
  • And the SMH met the wonderful cousins of Bitty’s during practice, of all times
  • It was year three, they were not due to be back to England for school yet so they drove up to Samwell to visit Bitty
  • They sneaked into Faber (I have no idea whether watching team practice is allowed or even possible or not, probably should try to fact check this later)
  • Ransom, skating at high speed, turned just enough to see three people, all with the same huge brown Bambi eyes as Bitty’s, standing near the rails and grinning at them
  • And one of them, a boy, is blond
  • He did a double take and promptly crashed into Holster
  • Bitty finally noticed their existence and (very excitedly) skated over to say hi, while the rest of SMH was like “wth is going on”
    • “We brought you peaches!” “Aw thanks sweetheart”
    • The blond kid aka Cason, got introduced by his sister as, “and this elongated version of Bits here is Cason, my little brother”
    • “I’m feeling so much love right now”
    • meanwhile, Michael told Bits, with mock solemnity, “Eric, I am immensely honoured and touched that you are here with me to face this craziness. Time flies by and my dear siblings have not even budged an inch - how unfortunate”
  • Because they had guests, Ransom and Holster decided to host a party (semi-Kegster - Private version?)
  • Obviously they had a good time. The SMH crew had an amazing time chatting with the siblings in order to obtain precious chirp material and even blackmail material
  • Y’know how usually the people grew up with you/ being close with you for many years naturally know a lot about you, including things that you yourself don’t even remember, right?
  • Apparently Bitty once faceplanted into a pie because he was so tired after hockey practice and baking
  • “Does that count as a fine if Bitty is the one who wrecks a pie???”
  • “Y’all are losing your pie privileges”
  • Oh and Bitty has already come out to them. Due to their cultural background and senses, Bitty knew that they were very likely to accept him but he was still so scared as they were very important to him
  • They welcomed him with open arms, of course. “Thank you for telling us. And we won’t say anything to anyone without your consent. We are always in your corner, mate”
  • They heard Eric talking about his bf with so much love and they are so happy for him
  • They did meet Jack (over Skype) during their visit, and Jack was his awkward self at first, but the hyper twins could do anything and soon they were exchanging embarrassing stories about Bitty
  • “Bless your chirpy little hearts”
  • Just, although there are so many uncertainties, and Bitty is so afraid of the outcome of coming out to his family, he always knows that at least part of his family will always be in his corner, even though they are far, far away and cannot do much other than verbal support
Endgame part 1 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I had this idea from listening to so many songs and just mashing them together, so this series is like an All Time Low, Drunk and Happier mash up, hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fights

Word count: 1631


You and Jughead had been best friends since the moment you first started Riverdale. You just clicked, no one in your little group of friends could believe how close you both were, seeing as Jughead seemed to hate everything, but whenever you were around his smirk turned into a smile and his heart would go a million beats a second.

You knew you loved him, Ronnie knew too, after all you two lived together and you couldn’t really live with her without her knowing, you had held it in for too long and decided you wanted at least one person you knew to know your feelings for the infamous Jughead Jones.

Ronnie ended up telling Betty and they both shipped you guys, hard. They would always find ways to either leave you two alone together or have you two be close to each other when everyone hung out in a group.

You were sure Ronnie had heard you sneak Jughead through the window one night, but that was completely platonic, he needed somewhere quiet to write his novel, Archie house (Where Jughead lived) had Archie and Val composing songs in the ‘Soundproof’ garage, Pops was full of the other jocks celebrating getting into some finals thing, but Jughead knew your room would be quiet.

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anyway since it is pretty much confirmed that ramadhan will be shown on skam when it airs i cannot wait to see how skam shows it and that includes sana hosting a massive iftaar party at her place calling all the girl squad, boy squad and balloon squad over and just sharing a really sacred meal together with them and them all bonding.

1. Send thank you notes

2. Practice good posture

3. Speak more softly

4. Listen without interrupting

5. Wear solid colours

6. Ignore fads, or use them sparingly

7. Have a signature wine that you serve at home

8. Wear only 2-3 accessories

9. Have impeccable manners

10. Read on a variety of topics

11. Maintain a budget

12. Study the arts

13. Have one signature perfume/cologne

14. Show restraint in expressing anger

15. Learn the art of conversation

16. Learn French

17. Wear a trench coat

18. Learn how to wear a scarf

19. Wear a tuxedo, when one is called for

20. Practice quality over quantity

21. Don’t yell or scream

22. Learn to dance the waltz

23. Have one fabulous signature meal you serve guests

24. Remember birthdays

25. Go on picnics

26. Wear dresses/suits more often, and on dates

27. Simplify your life, your home and your calendar

28. Wear pearls

29. Men, Open the door for ladies

30. Ladies, et him open the door for you

31. Remember that it’s more important to be kind than it is to be right

32. Serve coffee or tea after meals

33. Arrive exactly on time

34. Don’t complain

35. Dress to travel

36. Be well travelled

37. If you’re a woman, don’t wear black shoes between Memorial Day and Labor Day…wear spectator pumps instead

38. Keep your home clean and uncluttered

39. When guests stay over, put a small pitcher and glass for water on their nightstand, along with a book they might enjoy

40. Learn how to host a small dinner party

41. Have one subdued solid colour scheme throughout your home, use accessories to add colour

42. Learn how to make the perfect martini

43. Learn how to tie both a regular tie and a bow tie (whether you’re a man or a woman)

44. Be a lady or a gentleman at work, especially when delivering a difficult message or when tempers flare

45. Wear lovely/handsome hats

46. Don’t point out the mistakes of others

47. Wait your turn patiently

48. Don’t curse

49. Chew each bite 20 times

50. Sip your drink

51. Learn proper etiquette for all situations

52. Accept compliments graciously

53. Be quietly self confident

54. Don’t boast

55. Be respectful of others

56. Have fresh flowers in your home

57. Write a letter rather than send an email to those you love

58. Keep your nails well manicured

59. Maintain your shoes and clothing

60. Don’t ever lose your joie de vivre

61. Be well groomed

62. Remember that money does not equal elegance, nor is it necessary to be elegant

63. Wear less make-up

64. Wear well-fitting clothes

65. Spray lavender on your sheets

66. Be positive

67. Learn to politely say no

68. Be concerned with making others feel comfortable

69. Maintain good health

70. Don’t overindulge

71. Hold yourself to high standards

72. Turn your mobile off at dinner

73. Wear simple, classic hairstyles

74. Think before you speak or act. Ask yourself, can anything good come from this?

75. Apoligize sincerely

76. Have integrity

77. Don’t speak ill of others, or gossip

78. Always take a gift to your host or hostess

79. Tie a scarf on your handbag

80. Take a clutch in the evening

81. Wear well fitting jeans with either a long sleeve white shirt or solid sweater for more casual events

82. Only wear sneakers for exercise

83. Use white sheets, white towels, white dishes

84. Be sure your clothes are pressed

85. Your car’s horn should say “pardon me, but do you see me?”, rather than “get out of my way!”

86. Overdo empathy

87. Light candles in your home

88. Go for walks in the park on Sunday

89. Give others sincere compliments

90. Understand your own worth

91. Learn how to open a bottle of champagne

92. Dress appropriately for the occasion

93. Do small favours for others, without expecting anything in return

94. Say please and thank you

95. Take the time to stop and listen to others, especially children

96. Take responsibility for yourself and your own happiness

97. Keep a journal

98. Give thoughtful gifts, rather than expensive ones

99. Less is more

100. Savour the moment

—  100 Ways to be Elegant by me (via pearlsandcurlsandpreppygirls)
Creepy Old Fucks, in Droves

LONG SUBMISSION I’m sry

So last night, about 5:00, this dude walks in and tells me he had a reservation for (name that isn’t anywhere on the books). I’m hosting so this dude is my fucking responsibility until he’s seated unfortunately. I tell him there is no reservation under the name, he says “oh, that’s fine, they probably didn’t make one” and goes back to having his phone in his nose and awkwardly standing RIGHT next to me at the host stand. I politely ask him how large is party is going to be, he just shakes his head and kind of shrugs. Fucking OK then.

He loiters around the dining room for about 45 minutes, around the host stand, the bar, the tables in the dining area, right in front of all the dishes and silverware I need to reset tables, etc. multiple times myself and others have to say “excuse me” because he is blatantly in the way/space of employees AND guests. In the 45 minutes he’s meandering around with his phone in his face, he ignores all of my offers to seat him, if he knows when his party is coming, if he’d like to wait at the bar and have a drink, etc. at one point he’s like “I don’t even know if I’m at the right location” which is understandable because there’s 3 of the restaurant chain in my city. The way he said it was so rude though, that dickass tone like I’m annoying him while he just fucking sits around and doesn’t eat, drink, buy anything, or even confirm that he’s actually eating here.

Finally, fucking finally, his face lights up from looking at his phone and he walks up to the host stand.

“I had a reservation for a party of 12 at 5:30.”

Ok, well, we already went over the fact that you have no reservation, so you can fuck off with that noise. Also, it’s nearly 6:00, so what the fuck are you even trying right now?

“You can get to setting up a table or room for us now.”

I give him my most sickening customer service smile and begin to set up a 3-table arrangement for what is essentially a WALK-IN 12top. Whatever, happens a lot, I’m numb to it mostly. I would have gotten over it quickly if it weren’t for the fact that I caught him taking a photo of me leaned over the tables, using flash and all, pointing his fucking phone camera right at my ass and grinning. He didn’t even acknowledge that I caught him, he just went immediately to poking and typing on his screen. I got the vibe he was sending it or some shit, really really grossed me out. I finish setting it up, I don’t even bother telling him it’s ready because I know he’s going to seat himself and I don’t want to fucking talk to him.

I tell my manager who is basically a team lead, just working as a closing manager alone. She’s the only female in management and as horrible as it is, she doesn’t do much because she doesn’t really know WHAT to do. I didn’t want to come right out and accuse the guy unless it escalated further, so we just rolled with it, and she stayed up front with me for awhile to make me feel better. Bad move. She’s a shapely lady with a lot of boob & butt and once his party starts showing up they take it as an opportunity to start hitting on BOTH of us.

So 12 of them get there in the midst of all of their middle-aged-pervert fuckery. Hour goes by, one of the dudes from the table comes up to me and says “there’s more of us coming, would you just push that table over there onto ours so we have more room?” I’m already pissed out of my mind, whatever dude. They all blatantly stare at my tits while I’m leaning over to open the leaf on the table I added.

More of them show up. One of them comes directly up to me, tells me his name, grabs my hands and rubs them telling me they’re cold while giving me the most uncomfortable prolonged eye contact. I’m like “haha yeah they’re always cold” *violently jerks my hands away*.

The server is losing his mind trying to get a DRINK ORDER out of all of these fucks. He can’t get their attention, they sit without drinks until they’re ALL there, which is literally over an hour. They finally pipe down, put in all of their food orders, and it all comes out.

My hot ass manager is setting down the food and they’re ogling her to the point that it is painfully obvious. Like gross dudes, what the fuck. She says “can I get you gentlemen anything else?” And the one says “I’d like a water. And a massage.” And she like visibly pukes in the back of her throat and walks away awkwardly laughing.

The whole time their table was there, they all made nasty comments, and various photos were taken with flash whenever my manager, me, or other waitstaff walked by. It’s hard to come out and accuse someone of being a creep like that, because there are small odds that they’re NOT taking creepshots…but dude. All signals pointed that direction.

Tl;dr pos guest stands around for 45 minutes until he decides to tell me there’s a large party coming in like right that moment. They sexually harass the staff all night and are a general pain in the ass to serve

In the gardens

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Angsty-ish, bit of fluff.

A/N: I am taking so long with requests but bear it with me, would you? Feedback <3


Originally posted by buchanstan

Ever since Steve’s team arrived into Wakanda, they seemed to be a lot better; well, everyone except for one. (Y/N) was quiet by nature, but after everything that happened, and the people she had lost because of the men’s stubbornness, she decided to build up the highest walls so no one could reach to her.

Her powers had caused terrible damage, and she promised herself to not use them anymore; she was not completely in control of them, and it almost seemed like they controlled her sometimes. The only place where she could unravel them and feel completely free from her fears were the gardens, but they were usually full of people and full of the king’s servants who were kind enough to ask if everything was alright.

One day, as she started wandering, she found a spot that hadn’t been taken care of in quite a while. It was calling her name, and feeling her protective instinct blossoming once again, she went every day for over a month just to take care of the plants that there laid withering. (Y/N) was not at home, and she was most certainly not safe, but that portion of land somehow needed her as much as she needed it. She moved things around with her powers, feeling completely in control of her telekinesis for once in her life. And she even created a small pond with her element-control. Only her part of the gardens could bring a smile to her heart.

She was often seen carrying a book and running away, not even the few teammates she still had in Wakanda could get more from her than a greeting, and the king himself started to wonder what she did all day and why she pushed everyone away.

Until he discovered her little secret. T’Challa found her sitting on a stone little bench she had made all by herself. It was still a bit rough, but comfortable enough to sit there for a while. He cleared his throat to let her know there was somebody with her.

“Mind if I sit?” T’Challa asked as he pointed at the empty space next to (Y/N). She nodded silently and he sat down. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No—king T’Challa—you—” she stammered—“I was just—nothing.” She shook her head and fell silent again, trying to focus her sight on the book, but she couldn’t help but to look at him from the corner of her eye. The man was not only beautiful, but in his presence she felt tiny, and somehow, safe again.

T’Challa cleared his throat and began again. “You know, I’ve always liked this side of the gardens, ever since I was a child; whenever there was some sort of royal happening, I used to run all the way here and my mother would find me somehow.” He sounded absentminded, but in his mind one thought wandered, and it wasn’t even the reminiscence of his favorite childhood memories, but he was trying to imagine how it would be if (Y/N) smiled; he was most certain that he had never seen her like that. “It always felt like an escape. My father didn’t even knew about the immensity of his own palace…” he chuckled, “so how did you discover this?”

“I just started walking and… I got here.” She shrugged. None of them looked at one another, but (Y/N) could feel how fixated he was on her. “The plants needed some help.”

“I think I could hire you as the gardener, would you like that?”

“If it means I can stay here…” she turned her head to face him, “I would.”

“You know… I’ve asked around for you, but the others said you were not talking to them,” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip almost immediately, “may I know the reason why?”

“I just don’t know what I could say to them…” She shrugged. “My mother used to tell me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, then I’d better keep quiet.”

“Don’t you think that’s a harsh thing to say to a daughter?” He pointed out.

“My mother…” she started, “she was not the kindest woman alive,” she gave him a quick look, “but it doesn’t matter, she’s not among the living anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that…” he gulped. “And were the Avengers somehow like a family to you?”

“They were the closest thing I had to a family, and it ended up just like the first one, and probably just as bloody.” (Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line. “You know, when I was at school nobody really liked me, and not only because I wasn’t popular. People feared me; kids feared me because at kindergarten I spoke to a dying plant and it seemed to come to live again.” She giggled, but it sounded more like a heavy sigh. “Then, things around the house flew for no apparent reason, and that was when my parents started to fear me too and so I ran away.” Her voice seemed to crack, so she remained silent a few seconds before clearing her throat and starting again. “There were some people looking for me, bad people, and they got to my parents because they were the closest thing to me. They died because of me, because I wasn’t there to protect them.” She inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Then SHIELD found me and I became an avenger. I had a family again, a terribly dysfunctional one because let’s face it, none of them knew how to have a family. We were the outcasts, the weird ones. I felt at home but… It didn’t last long.” She looked at her hands and hid them inside her sleeves. “The things I love never last for long, mainly because I destroy them.”

“I’m sorry…” The king softly said. He looked at her and to his eyes, she had never looked more vulnerable, but it wasn’t the vulnerability that meant weakness; not at all. This vulnerability made her so transparent, like a fragile glass, just a stone away from breaking into a million pieces. She looked very differently from how she did in The Raft, where she looked utterly terrified. (Y/N) allowed her walls to fall apart just enough to let him know why she tried to shut everyone away. But her walls started to build quickly up, and before T’Challa could say something, she was slowly walking away.

He followed her and grabbed her hand, trying to make her turn around. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were getting watery, and a rosy color tried to take over her cheeks. He didn’t know what to do, or if what he was about to do was ok, but he went along with it, and taking a deep breath, his hand went up to (Y/N)’s cheek and gently stroke it. She trembled under his touch and in T’Challa’s mind, the worst fears played.

“Don’t do this, T’Challa.” She mumbled. “Get away from me before it’s too late.” She tried to free herself from his grip. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“How about you let me decide if I want to get hurt or not?” He softly asked, not wanting to let go of her. “And how about you come out of your bedchamber to socialize? I’ll be hosting a party at the palace in two nights, and I’d love to take you as my date.”

“I don’t even have a dress.” (Y/N) stuttered.

“I’m quite sure Ms. Maximoff can handle that for both of us.” He leaned in to kiss (Y/N)’s cheek and bowed his head before saying his goodbyes.

“T’Challa, wait!” She screamed, running her way up to him; who, with long steps, had already gotten a few meters away. “I haven’t even said yes.”

“Well,” he smiled, “I will go by your room in two days and if you’re wearing pajamas, then I’ll know you’ve turned down my invitation.” T’Challa took (Y/N)’s hand and lifted it enough to kiss it, looking straight into her eyes.

And two days from then, King T’Challa knocked on (Y/N)’s golden doors, only to be welcomed by one of the maidens that was in charge of her. Inside the dormitory, Wanda was finishing the last details of (Y/N)’s dress. The king couldn’t help to smile at the sight of such a beautiful woman. She wore a long, navy blue dress that even though it was not tight, it still held on to her curves perfectly. She turned around, almost in slow motion, and smiled back at the dark complexioned man that so fondly looked at her.

She looked like a dream come true; like his own little piece of heaven was on earth, right in front of his very eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” T’Challa said in amusement, “and you look gorgeous too.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, your highness.” (Y/N) smiled as she bowed her head.

They walked together through the hallway that lead to the big ballroom where a lot of people had gathered for a celebration that (Y/N) was not aware of. The couple greeted some of the guests and everyone kept mentioning how gorgeous T’Challa’s companion was. She did not feel afraid of hurting anybody, because having him by her side was enough to keep her mind occupied. She was very grateful for his ministrations to her, and she wouldn’t have enough life to thank him for everything he had done.

Not only he managed to make her speak of her past, but she also felt like she had a friend, someone she could really count on, and (Y/N) appreciated that the most.

Once the greetings and protocol salutes were over, the two were offered a glass of champagne to start the night; (Y/N) was not a drinker, and mostly because of her uncontrolled powers, she declined the drink as asked for some water instead.

“You never told me what you’re celebrating.” (Y/N) mentioned at the table. They were sitting together, and in order to speak to him, she had to lean in closer. T’Challa shivered lightly at the feeling of her breath close to his skin.

“It’s my father’s birthday today,” he explained, “and it’s a tradition to remember the birthdays of a king or a queen. I suppose mine will be remembered one day.” He replied with a soft smile. (Y/N) corresponded the smile with a soft giggle. “Hey! You’re smiling, that’s a progress.”

“I have a good reason to smile tonight.” She conceded. “You know, I never met your father… but he sure as hell did a great job bringing you up.” She sighed. “You’re a great man, T’Challa, and you’re going to be an even greater king.” T’Challa smiled nervously; he was used to receive compliments about his duty as the new king of Wakanda, but if they came from (Y/N)’s lips, the compliments felt a hundred times better and it made his heart beat faster than ever. “I don’t think I can thank you enough for taking me out of my bedroom… I had forgotten how it felt to be with people, like real people.” She shook her head and giggled. Then, she leaned her head on T’Challa’s shoulder and felt how he tenderly kissed her hair.

“Shall we dance?” He asked, after a moment in silence.

The musicians started to play a slow tune, perfect for a romantic dance. The two stood up and headed for the center of the dance-floor. For the first time, (Y/N) felt extremely nervous and self-conscious around the king. There had never been that little space between them; not even at the Leipzig airport, and not even when they were all rescued from The Raft. She shivered when his big hand softly placed on the small of her back, not too low, but not up high. She took a deep breath before relaxing again and taking the hand that he offered.

When she looked up, she could’ve sworn T’Challa’s eyes were in the shape of a heart. He looked down at her and smiled when he found she was looking at him. He looked away with a winner grin and he led the slow movements of their bodies.

“Is there a special person you left back home?” He softly asked.

“No, I didn’t.” (Y/N) replied in a defeated voice. “Love has not been good with me. I told you, I hurt everyone I love.” She quickly looked away. “I just don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for someone. I mean just look at me—”

“I am,” T’Challa cut her off, “and I have done it for a while… and I have to say it; you’re the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying it to make me feel better.” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief.

“I wish I did—” T’Challa let go of her hand and placed it on her cheek, cupping it gently—“but I’m not. It’s hard to put it into words, especially with this many people around us, but you’re good enough for me, and you’re so, so good that I believe I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N).”

“I—I… I just don’t know what to say.” She stammered. “T’Challa—I—”

“You needn’t say a thing,” he assured her, nodding his head once, “just promise me you’ll never say something like you’re not good enough again. You are good enough, you’re more than good enough, and you don’t hurt the people you love, and you have my word about it.”

Out of a sudden, T’Challa felt brave enough to lean in and gently press his lips on hers before she could argue any more. It didn’t take long for her to realize what the blabbering was about; she wasn’t really sure if she felt the same, or even if she was able to feel something for somebody again, but the safety his arms, walls and gates provided were more than enough to make her consider giving that leap of faith.

“T’Challa, I need you to hear me out on this one.” She pulled away from him. “This is not easy for me, and I… I don’t know if I feel the same about you.”

“I will not push you into something you don’t want.” He assured. “Set the boundaries and I’ll respect them. I like you, but I want you to be happy, even if it means without me.”

“And what if that’s exactly it?”

“We’ll figure that out together, then.” He leaned in, but instead of kissing her lips, T’Challa kissed her forehead as they kept dancing.

mlledefer  asked:

So, for a happy HC After his death, Ardyn is finally able to reconcile with his family and get a big hug from his daughter:"We miss you, dada" This is probably never gonna happen, but it's nice to dream something happy once in a while

Oh dear you’ve gone and opened up a fucking crate of head canon feels here I go… Because I had a similar thought before.

A few quick disclaimers before I continue… First, I’m writing and drawing this within the context of my own head canon (because what else would I do?) so it’s up to your to swap things out for your own or…. you know… disregard all of it and tell me to go fuck myself. Heheheh…
Second, a little background music always helps, and I came up with all of this while listening to the ending theme of FFVIII. It’s so perfect…. ah god I love this song.
THIRD.. This post will give a little more insight to what I have here.

FOURTH I’M SORRY

Ardyn woke up gasping as if he’d not felt breath in ages. He had died, he knew. He had done it. But he was awake. He was… strangely conscious. Not again, he thought. I beat this… I can’t be…

His vision focused and he suddenly realized his surroundings. He knew this place, though it was a sore sight for the glory it once held. Around him were the scorched remains of his bedroom in his marital home. Izunia had burned it along with everything else tied to his legacy. He was on his old bed, a place he’d known numerous pleasures. Not just where he made love to his wife and others, but where his two children were born. Where countless mornings were spent wrapped in another’s embrace, wasting the day away. Where he slept, warm and safe. The silk sheets were now damp and moldy, or at least what little remained of them. Once brightened by vibrant color, the walls and decor were gray and decayed. Ardyn looked towards the windows but could only see a thick fog. It was as if there was nothing out there.

Slowly, he sat up from the bed and placed his feet on the ground. He spent a moment trying to understand whatever could be happening, but there was no answer. Looking upon this place was too much. He felt like destroying all of it, but at the same time, could never bring himself to actually do it. Before he could think too much about it, however, he heard something. A child? Laughing? He jolted to face the door and through it he swore he saw a young blonde girl rush by. Standing, he called “Who’s there?” No response. Cautiously, he crept into the hallway, seeking the figure he’d just seen but finding nothing but more ruined remnants of his once peaceful life. The staircase just a ways off, and he could hear more giggling below. He made his way.

The first thing he saw was his old piano. He’d play for his family and guests, whatever song they enjoyed most. He taught his son, Aiolus, to play and had just begun teaching his small daughter, Galena, to play as well. At least before everything had gone terribly wrong. Just behind the piano were the doors to the back yard, where he and his wife, Florentia, hosted numerous parties. How many times had he gotten so drunk and sang gibberish at the top of his lungs? Gods, there was no telling. Ardyn swore he could hear a joyous crowd out there at this moment. And yet, the area was shrouded and lifeless. 

He continued to make his way, now coming to the dining room. There used to be many more chairs around the table, but only two were left, and sitting on them would prove hazardous. Against the wall was an old chest of drawers where they kept pretty much nothing useful. Ardyn slid his hand against the wood. It was rough and dusty. But as he touched it, he could hear voices echoing through his mind. Playful children, laughing, and jovial conversation with wine. A grimace grew upon his face. What kind of sick joke was this?

The last thing he’d expected was any sort of afterlife, but Bahamut saw fit to torment him further with an eternity alone in the shattered remains of his home? “So…” he whispered to himself, “You cannot get enough of my anguish? Well played…” He did have to hand it to the astrals. This was far worse than living in darkness in a mortal plane for so many centuries.

But there it was again. The innocent giggling of a child. Ardyn turned sharply in its direction, towards the foyer, and this time caught a decent glimpse of his guest. A young girl, with long blonde hair and straight bangs, wearing a white dress. She was smiling so warmly at him, and suddenly rushed off towards the front doors. He took off at once, calling out “Wait!”

He’d reached the wide double doors leading to the outside, but did not find the girl. She meant for him to go out there, he knew, but he was extremely hesitant. At least in here he had the comfort of knowing what was his. All that could be out there was possibly even more agony. And yet…. something about that child… Something so sweet and familiar. Something warm and trustworthy. His breath shook and his hand trembled over the handle of the doors. There wasn’t much more his mind could take… It had been so long…. It had been so horrible. And he’d done awful things just to be allowed to rest, and he didn’t care about any of that. He was glad he had done it. So there couldn’t be anything worth seeing beyond these walls…

When the prophecy is fulfilled, those in thrall to darkness shall know peace.

The words came to him from nowhere, as if the very walls spoke to him. But he knew that voice, and he remembered their keeper… Lunafreya. Was that who he saw?

Whatever was out there… he knew he’d eventually go through. Now was better than ever. Just get it over with… Ardyn sucked in a deep breath and swung the doors open in one fluid motion with his eyes shut tight, bracing himself for the worst.

Through his eyelids, he saw… light.
Vibrant, bright light.
And then… the sounds… of cheering.

Slowly he opened his eyes, his vision gradually adjusting to the sudden glow. And there they were… everyone. The streets were filled with familiar faces. People he knew. People he lived amongst. People he loved and cared for. People he protected from Izunia’s wrath and the starscourge. So many of them.. all before him once again. All of them in an uproar of ovation, laughing, yelling, crying… He knew all these faces, even in passing. This was his home. Everything was new and vivid, full of the life he remembered. Ardyn stood there motionless, lost for breath. The shock had rendered him dumbfounded. What was happening? What was this?!

Before any of this could take him away, he heard it….

“PAPA!!!”

The crowd dispersed to reveal the figures he’d mourned for centuries… There they were. Right before him. Florentia, Aiolus, and Galena. Ardyn fell immediately to his knees as his two young children rushed into him, holding him and crying as hard as they could. Especially Aiolus, who was always a sensitive boy. He felt their desperate clinging and pressed them against him, smiling and crying.

Florentia stood a short ways away, allowing her husband to adore his children once again. She had, after all, witnessed everything. There would be much to talk about, and she would love him all the same.

“Dad…” Ailous sobbed happily, burying his face into his chest, clinging to his coat as if for dear life. “I missed you… I missed you so much… Dad… I…”

“Papaaa!” Galena practically sang the word. She reached her tiny hands to grab upon him and laughed enthusiastically as she always had.

Ardyn held them so tightly… “My…. my… It’s really you….” There was no holding it back. He was crying so hard. But the feeling of his children in his arms again… it was too much. Though smiling, he sobbed into them. All of a sudden, everything… everything that had passed in his over two thousand year life came rushing through him. And now…. none of it mattered. He no longer cared. This… this was everything. Just like it had been. “I’m here… I’m home. I’ve….” He gasped between words, unable to compose himself. These were emotions he’d long forgotten. Feeling them now, in such abundance, was more than overwhelming. “I’ve missed you… so much. I love you… My sweet children… by the gods… I have missed you…”

In the middle of the moment, Ardyn suddenly became aware of a presence amid the crowd… He looked up and saw the figure beckoning his attention.

And there she was…

Lady Lunafreya…

She looked upon him softly, and he could see her lips moving to speak. Though the distance between them was distinguishable, he could hear her as if she were standing right beside him…

anonymous asked:

What do you think everyone needs to know?

Here are a few things that I have found useful knowing. I’m glad I have learned these things over the years. Obviously this list isn’t for everyone and I’m not saying every single person needs to know how to do every single thing on this list (cooking and budgeting would probably be priority). However, I think if your goal is to become a very well-rounded, experienced, knowledgeable person, it may be of some use to know how to do these things.

My old roommate asked me this same question once and I said “cook, do laundry, iron, sew (very basic), and budget”. She stared at me after realizing she didn’t know how to do any of it and said “oh well I’ll just hire people for all of that”. Sure that’s all good and well, whatever floats your boat but I truly believe that each person should be a self sufficient, functioning, mature human being (at least by the time you graduate college)

Of course I don’t expect everyone to cook a 5 course meal, iron a collared shirt properly, or sew a quilt. Also I realize this list is mostly for girls. I do believe both girls and guys need to be fully functioning mature self-sufficient people, however when’s the last time you saw a guy sew? Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t know how to do it…just guys don’t typically think “hmm there’s a hole in this shirt, let me sew it up”…it usually just ends up in the trash

Before graduating high school:

  1. How to make your own lunch. Stop having your mom make and pack it for you. Along the same lines, if your mom wakes you up every morning…get an alarm clock
  2. Please know proper grammar. College professors won’t find it cute that you don’t know the difference between your and you’re, or there, their, and they’re 
  3. How to cook a few basic meals so when you go to college you don’t starve (my old roommate once asked me if you cook pasta directly in the jar the sauce comes in, or if you cook it first somewhere else, then put the sauce on top…she was 19…don’t be this person)
  4. How to handle yourself on social media. Don’t be that girl barely wearing any clothes, posting pictures of you drinking underage on social media. Colleges, graduate schools, and jobs will look at your social media and I promise you don’t look cool drinking alcohol at 19. 
  5. Know your manners. This is something that should be taught from such a young age, but so many people forget it. Please be polite, respectful, and kind to others especially those in the restaurant or commercial industry or authority figures. Also, learn to put your phone down once in awhile. Especially during dinner or when you’re hanging out with friends. What’s on your phone will still be there when you pick it up again, but we only get so many meaningful interactions to talk, listen, or learn with people we care about. 
  6. How to sew and iron. Your grandma isn’t always going to be there for you; especially when you go to college (I’m not talking about hardcore on a sewing machine, but know how to sew up a hole or fix a button). My middle school required a home economics class and I’m so glad it did.
  7. Know how to do your own laundry, clean, and make your bed
  8. Have some work experience. At least 1-2 years whether it’s babysitting, an internship, volunteering, or an official paid job
  9. Learn how to manage money. Save some, and learn how to budget so when/if you go to college you’re not broke
  10. Know how to do a basic car check (oil, tire pressure, know what the service lights mean, know what to do incase of an emergency or flat tire) (AAA is key)
  11. Know how to use basic tools…dad won’t be with you in your apartment when you need to fix something. I’ll admit I’m still working on these last two…luckily I have a boyfriend that does them for me but I think if you’re a girl living on your own or with roommates they are necessary to know. 

Before graduating college:

  1. How to write a killer resume, CV, and cover letter 
  2. How to manage your time and try not to procrastinate. It’s really important to have some healthy habits, workout regularly, and make time for yourself 
  3. Know how to dress for an interview and the differences between business casual and business professional (let me know if you need to know the difference). 
  4. Know how to walk in heels. Wear flats or 1-2 inches for job interviews and save everything else for Friday night. But don’t be that girl stumbling around because her heels are too tall. Likewise, don’t be that girl who complains about how bad her feet hurt because that’s just annoying. Don’t wear the shoes if you can’t walk in them for at least an hour, I dont care how cute they are. 
  5. Know how to dress for your body type and your age. Crop tops are cute and fun freshman year, but after that it’s time to get a more mature wardrobe. My personal rule for going out is you can accentuate one part of your body, but only one, or else it’s too much (obviously there are some exceptions…short shorts and a crop top isn’t one of them). Again this is just my personal rule…I’m not here to tell girls how to dress. If a crop top and short shorts make you feel cute and confident then go for it girl! Who am I to make fashion rules?
  6.  Likewise, have clothes that fit you properly, a basic everyday wardrobe (let me know if you need tips for a basic wardrobe and I can type that up). Also, have a few business outfits for interviews and professional jobs, as well as a go to black dress and a go to pair of jeans
  7. How to prepare for an interview; have a list of questions to ask at the end, and always bring a notepad and pen with you
  8. How to handle yourself during a night out. Once you graduate college it isn’t 5 drinks at a bar every other night…you have commitments and responsibilities. Learn how to have 1 drink or say no to going out. You can’t show up to your job late and hungover
  9. Know how to be prepared. If I am carrying my large handbag, at all times I will have: bandaids, gel blister pads, girl things, hair ties, hand sanitizer, a lighter, a pen, a notepad, a snack, a Tide stick, tylenol, a water bottle, chapstick, a portable charger, ear phones, and more…

Before getting married:

  1. Have a good red, a good white, and a good champagne that you can always rely on
  2. Learn how to think about someone else. I feel like in college people are very self centered and unless you’re in a long term mature relationship you probably don’t understand this but…when you’re with another person you have to take into account their ideas, opinions, and feelings. It’s not all about you and your happiness isn’t the only thing that matters now. You have to communicate, compromise, and understand. 
  3. Know how to make a few basic cocktails…just because 
  4. I would say learn how to host a dinner party but that sounds very housewife-y and I know a lot of people are against that term…but if you plan on regularly having friends over for dinner or parties…learn to multitask while cooking and have a go to menu or dessert recipe 
  5. Be financially independent (this isn’t for everyone, but a priority for me. I want to be able to support myself if I ever had to alone, and not rely on my husband)

Before having a baby:

  1. The post nursing/pre-med in me feels obligated to say CPR and basic infant/child first aid
  2. Basic prenatal care, importance of prenatal vitamins, risk factors/things not to do during pregnancy (obviously no alcohol, limited caffeine, no raw fish, no lunch meats, no soft cheeses, etc.). You have to go to regular prenatal checkups and your doctor will tell you all this but…just an FYI. 
  3. Have some experience with kids whether it’s working at a daycare or babysitting your sisters kids. Babies are a lot of work and you really need experience. Take a pregnancy class if you’re very inexperienced. I’ve been working with babies/kids for 10 years and it’s great experience and has taught me so much for when I decide to have my own someday
  4. Know basic childcare…you know…basic things to keep a baby safe and alive
    1. Put babies to sleep on their backs with no blankets or toys in the crib. Know the risk factors for SIDS and how to prevent it
    2. Babies stay in a rear facing car seat until they’re 2 years old or at the highest weight and height the car seat allows
    3. Don’t begin to feed your baby solid foods until 6-8 months (foods like yogurt and baby oatmeal may start as early as 4 months) 
    4. When you begin to feed a baby solid foods, you always start with vegetables. If you introduce fruits first, babies will be accustomed to the sweetness and probably won’t adapt well to veggies 

Hope this was helpful. Sorry it was long. Also I didn’t mean for it to sound housewife-y with the cleaning and cooking and sewing. I think girls and guys equally need a basic understanding of most of these things and these are the things I’m just really glad I’ve learned over the years!

Title: Made it Through

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Last post of my 20 Day Challenge. THank you to everyone who submitted requests. I really enjoyed this prompt and maybe got a little carried away? If you requested it, let me know if you liked it! (And if you didn’t request it, you can tell me how great or terrible it was. Yolo.) I have been starting on the new requests I have, I’ll be putting out at least one a week. You guys are awesome! :)

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“Swimming!” Christian cried. You sat down on the edge of a lounge chair by the pool; Christian standing between your legs, trying his hardest to wiggle away from you.

“Soon, baby. You need sunscreen first.” you explained, squirting some lotion onto your hands, slathering it over his soft skin. The summer sun shone down around you, the scent of burgers grilling wafted through the backyard, the steady chatter of family and friends surrounded you.

You and Max were at his mother’s house for an end of summer picnic, a tradition she had started right before Max moved to Arizona for his first NHL season. It had started small the first year, just a few close family members and friends. This year, nearly 75 people were crowded in her yard, all there to send Max off for the season. The three of you would be heading back to your home in Arizona tomorrow so Max would be settled in and ready for training camp.

“Dada! Swimming!” Christian yelled as Max came out of the house. Max’s swim trunks hung low on his hips, his muscles even more defined by the tan he had picked up over the summer. His face broke into a smile as he sauntered over, kneeling in front of the two of you.

“Yeah, buddy, you ready to swim?” Max asked.

“Momma, hurry!” Christian said, trying to pull away as you finished rubbing in the last of the lotion.

“Alright, you’re all done.” you said with a laugh.

Max scooped Christian up, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before running over to the pool. Max jumped into the shallow end, your son giggling excitedly as the water splashed up around them.

You looked up, noticing Max’s mom as she walked over to you with a smile. She took a seat on the chair beside you. “I can’t believe the summer is over already.” she sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll do without that little guy around to keep me busy.”

“We’ll miss you. I always hate leaving home.” you admitted. “You’re welcome to visit us anytime. Come down and stay a while. Escape some of the snow.”

“I just might take you up on that offer.” she chuckled.

The two of you turned your attention to the pool when you heard a delighted shriek, Christian perched securely on Max’s broad shoulders, giggling whenever one of Max’s sisters handed him a bucket of water to dump on Max’s head. A few minutes later Leanne turned to face you, a serious expression etched on her face.

“I know the past few years have been really hard on both of you, but you seem to have come out on the other side. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Max happier.” Leanne said; her voice full of sincerity. “Are you happy, (Y/N)?” she asked, genuinely curious. You thought about her statement, remembering how far you and Max had come in the past few years.

You and Max had met in high school and started dating soon after. Your relationship moved fast, probably faster than it should have for a couple of teenagers. Before too long, you found yourself in a drug store bathroom, a positive pregnancy test in your hand. Your parents were not happy, neither were Max’s. You weren’t fully prepared for the difficulties motherhood brought; it had been the hardest time of your life. The two of you still needed to finish high school. Max was still pursuing his dream of playing hockey and you were applying for colleges; all while raising a baby.

The distance was stressful, the judgement from peers was hard to face, and the pressure of raising a child was immense; Max was in London playing junior hockey and you were still living at home in Toronto. Despite the hardship, you had gotten the most precious little boy out of the deal. Christian was the center of your world and you worked hard to make sure he had a mother he could be proud of. He made all the struggle worth it.

You and Max fought a lot during that time; over the distance, over the future, over the responsibility of raising a child. You often took your frustrations and problems out on each other when you should have been working through them together. There were times when you were sure you and Max would never work out, where you would never see him again. You worried that Max would eventually fall out of Christian’s life, but he never did. Through it all, despite all of the trying times, Max was always there to support Christian. He visited as often as his schedule allowed and never missed a birthday, Christmas, or pre-school event; he never let his baby boy down. Even when the two of you weren’t getting along, he always greeted you with a smile and a kiss, letting Christian know his parents loved each other; no matter how deep down those feelings were at the time.

When Max got settled in Arizona for his first season with the Coyotes, he took a leap of faith and asked you and Christian to move with him, so the three of you would have the chance to be a real family, together. Away from family, away from friends, away from judgement; just the three of you. He insisted you would never know if you didn’t at least try and if you wanted to move back to Toronto, he wouldn’t guilt you into staying in Arizona. You were hesitant at first, but had eventually agreed. During the past two years in Arizona everything had fallen into place. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, nothing ever was; but during that time, you had fallen in love with Max all over again.

“I am happy.” you said, honestly. “I’m very happy.”

“Good.” Max’s mom gave your hand a squeeze before she stood up, a huge smile covering her face. She wandered back to the sea of people around the grill, resuming her hosting duties.

The afternoon passed in a blur. Eating way too much, saying difficult goodbyes, and chasing after Christian all day had left you exhausted. Night had fallen and Max had just walked the last guest out to their car; you relaxed by the fire pit in the back yard, sitting on the wicker sofa, your feet propped up on the ottoman in front of you. Christian had been covered in dirt and grass stains by the end of the day and was inside with Leanne, taking a bath. You heard the last car drive away; Max, who had changed into shorts a long-sleeved shirt, appeared from the back door a few moments later, one of his worn-in hoodies in hand.

“Here babe, I thought you might be cold.” He said, tossing it over to you as he made his way to the sofa you were curled up on. You pulled the sweatshirt on, snuggling into it as he settled in beside you, the fabric soft on your skin. The scent of his cologne enveloped you as you lifted his arm, tucking yourself into his side. You smiled as he leaned over and gently pressed a kiss to your temple, wrapping his arm more tightly around your shoulders and holding you close.

“Today was fun.” You said, softly. “Your mom sure knows how to host a party.”

“Does she ever.” He agreed, sighing contentedly. You glanced up at him; his eyes fixed on the fire in front you, the flickering light casting shadows over his handsome face. You sat in silence for a while; the sound of the fire crackling was calming.

“There was a time when I never thought we would have this.” He said suddenly. “I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you stayed with me. I know my career made this whole situation harder on you. I was away so much, you were practically raising our son alone.” He said guiltily; biting his lip, his eyes still fixed on the fire.

“It was hard, Max, but it was worth it.” You said, surprised at his topic of conversation; the two of you didn’t often revisit your rough past. When he didn’t look at you, you lifted your hand to his cheek, gently turning his face to yours. You noticed the guilt still present in his eyes, he blinked hard, his eyes glistening. “Your schedule may have been intense, but you were there for Christian as much as you could be. Even when you and I weren’t getting along, you were always there for him when you said you would be and I’m so grateful for that.”

“I wish I would have handled some things differently with you. I would have treated you so much better. You had your own life and were doing so much more for Christian than I realized.”

“Max, I could have been better to you, too. Don’t blame yourself, we were so young.” You said, wrapping your arms around his strong torso. “If we hadn’t gone through all of that, who knows where we would be today?” you added, resting your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat sounded in your ear, warmth radiating off his body.

“You’ve done an incredible job with Christian.” He said after a short pause. “You’ve taught him so much. He’s so enamored with you.”

“Don’t give me all the credit.” You said. “He has an amazing father to look up to.”

Max pressed a series of quick kisses to the top of your head. “You don’t know how much I love you, babe.” He said earnestly. “I… just thank you. Thank you for supporting me, for raising our son to be such an amazing little person; for loving us.”

“You’re both pretty easy to love.” You said joyfully.

You lifted your head, Max’s lips meeting your own. You had kissed Max a lot in the past 6 years, but this kiss was different. It was more intense, filled with emotion. His lips, warm and gentle, moved softly with your own. 

“So, you’re happy?” he asked quietly as he pulled away a few moments.

“I’m happy, Max.” you answered truthfully. “You make me so happy.” The smile that spread across his face warmed your heart.

You and Max both jumped when a loud smack sounded off the glass door inside the house. Looking towards the house you saw Christian and Leanne standing inside, Christian’s little hands pressed against the glass door looking out at the two of you expectantly. Max motioned him over to the two of you, a grin breaking out as he looked up at his grandma. Leanne opened the door for him and he toddled across the porch to the couch that you and Max were settled on. You slipped your arms from around Max’s middle, pulling Christian up, he kneeled on your lap. He smelled like kids shampoo, proudly wearing a new pair of pajamas from one of Max’s aunts. He kneeled on your lap, ready to tell you about his exciting adventures with his grandma.

“Hi momma.” He said, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Gramma let me put bubbles in the bath!” he said happily.

“Did she?” you asked. “That was nice of her. Did you get to play ‘Go Fish’, too?”

“Mmhmm.” He replied. “I won three times.”

“Gramma must be getting really bad at card games.” Max replied with a smirk. “I never managed to win any games against her when I was a kid.”

“She showed me your room!” he said to Max. “You won lotsa trophies at hockey! Can I learn to play?”

Max smiled. “Of course bud, we’ll get you a pair of skates when we get back to Arizona, how about that?”

Christian nodded enthusiastically as he turned to sit on your lap. As he nestled in, you felt something hard jab into your thigh.

“Baby, what’s in your pocket?” you asked, noticing something protruding from his pajama pants pocket.

Christian’s eyes got wide, clamping his mouth shut with his hands he looked over at Max.

“It’s okay, bud. You can show her.”

Christian leaned over, his childish attempt at whispering failing as your heard him speak to Max. “And ask her?” Christian clarified.

“Yeah, bud. Go ahead.” Max said, winking as his tiny son with a smile.

Christian leaned over, and with some difficulty pulled a small cardboard box out of his pocket. “Close your eyes, momma!” he said. You obliged, wondering what surprise he had in store for you this time. You heard him fiddle with the box and seconds later he said. “Okay, you can open them.”

You looked down at Christian who was looking proudly at you; his hand outstretched, his palm held flat, a sparkling diamond ring perched on his tiny hand. Your mouth dropped open, your heart racing as you glanced between your son and Max. “Will you marry daddy?” he asked.

You looked at Max, the disbelief was evident on your face as Max’s arm tightened around your shoulders. “Will you, babe?” he asked quietly, his eyes hopeful.

“Yes!” you cried looking at Max. Turning to Christian, you saw his smile grow even more. “Yes, baby, I’ll marry your daddy.” You said.

“Which finger?” he asked, looking at Max as his tiny hand grabbed at your fingers.

“This one, bud.” Max said, reaching over and holding your hand out for Christian as he clumsily slid the ring on your finger.

Christian slid off your laps, his job complete. “I’m gonna tell gramma you said yes!” he squealed, running back towards the house, Leanne smiling in the doorway.

“I love you, babe.” Max said. “I’ve been wanting to propose all summer. I just couldn’t think of any spectacular way to do it and—“

“It was perfect, Max” you said, admiring the ring as it sparkled in the firelight. “I can’t wait to be your wife.” You smiled, kissing him once more.


HockeyWritingCollective Masterlist (X)

Request: can you do a Max Domi one where he and Y/N have a son and he uses their son to ask her to marry him i really love your writing by the way

Thank you so much for this prompt. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it!

Shameful Behavior pt. 2

Part One

AN: William decides to pick on someone his own size for once.
Pairings: William x reader
Characters: William Magnusson, Christoffer Schistad, Vilde Hellerud, Noora Saetre, Sana Bakkoush, Chris Berg, Eva Mohn
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: “Can you please do a William from Skam x reader where she’s his friend and they fall in love and stuff?”

Of course, William had hooked up with Vilde. You should’ve seen that coming, considering that she was exactly his type. It brought a bitter taste to your mouth whenever you thought about it, especially because you’d actually become quite close to Vilde and her friends, so you had to listen to her obsess over him almost every day. Conversely, William hadn’t even mentioned Vilde since they’d slept together and, somehow, that was painful too.

You were standing in front of your mirror, inspecting your outfit for the seventh time that day and wondering if you should change. You were hosting a party at your house and, by the sounds of it; most of the school was planning on attending, which meant that you had to look stunning, or at least interesting. The top you had on was more low-cut than was normal for you, and the skirt was something you’d never imagined yourself wearing, but put together, you were feeling good. A faint tapping on your window knocked you out of your daydreaming and you spun around, clutching at your chest.

William’s smiling face met yours and you breathed out a sigh of relief, unlatching the window and stepping back so that William could clamber into your room with all the grace of a baby gazelle. You giggled as he tripped and scrambled to right himself, fixing his hair as he did.

He gave you a fond smile that made your heart pinch and pulled you into a hug.

“You ready?” He asked, with his chin resting on your head. You nodded and he let you go, taking your hands in his, “Let me see you then,” he said, scanning your body with his eyes.

You blushed, but didn’t move away. A muscle in William’s jaw jumped and his eyes hardened. It was a look you’d seen him wear countless times and it always made you feel a little breathless.
When he looked like this, he was unknowable.
He opened his mouth, ready to speak, when you heard a knock at your front door.

“Coming!” You called, shooting William an apologetic look as you darted down the stairs.

You flung the door open and pulled Chris into a hug, before turning to face the pretty, dark haired girl on his arm.

“Hi, I’m Iben,” she smiled shyly, “I’m Chris’ girlfriend.”

“Naaw, that’s so great, welcome guys.” You gushed, ruffling Chris’ hair with your fingers, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Come in, come in; you’re the first to arrive.”

Chris frowned as they followed you into the large living room that looked out onto your back patio.

“Really? Isn’t William here? He left before we did.”

“Indeed I am here,” Will answered, striding into the room confidently. He looked like himself again, and you relaxed, “I just don’t think than Y/N/N really counts you and me as guests anymore.”

“Fair enough,” Chris laughed, “Iben, I’m sure you know William?”

The girl nodded and shook his hand, looking nervous. You couldn’t exactly blame her, she was standing in a room with three third years who went way back, and who were well-known throughout the school. That would intimidate any second year.

“Did you guys tell the other Penetrators to bring drinks?” You asked.

“Of course, who do you think we are? Julian is bringing enough alcohol to feed an army.” Chris answered.

William put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He knew how nervous you got before hosting a party, especially one this size.

“Don’t stress, we’ve got everything under control.” He promised, “You just worry about having a good time alright? The boys and I will make sure everything goes smoothly.”

You leant your head against his hand and breathed out, making a concerted effort to calm yourself down. This was just a party, it was just like every other party you’d gone to and it would be fine. The doorbell rang again and, as you welcomed in the floods of guests that were arriving, you sent a silent prayer to whoever might be listening. Please let the night go well, you prayed, please don’t let there be any drama.

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“No, but don’t you think that we, as women, have a responsibility to not perpetuate stereotypes?” Noora asked.

You thought for a minute. You’d had quite a bit to drink already, but you were still sober enough to make decisions for yourself, which is why you were curled up on the couch with Noora and not out doing something dumb, like dancing on the bar, or crying over William. Both of which were pretty normal for you during your second year at Nissen.

“I think that, as women, it’s not our place to tell one another what our responsibilities are, you know? I mean, there are tons of women out there who want to be housewives, or who like wearing make-up and cooking and cleaning, just ‘cause that’s who they are. I think it’s only a problem when it starts to be expected of us just because we are women.” You answered, “Plus, we’re all guilty of being a bit of a stereotype every now and again.”

Noora nodded in agreement as Sana collapsed onto the couch next to you, looking mad.

“What’s up?” you asked, nudging her with your arm.

Sana rolled her eyes, “Vilde. She’s chasing William down again, as if stalking him is going to make him like her.”

You swallowed hard, torn between pitying Vilde and being horribly jealous, “Where are they?”

Sana shrugged, “I tried to tell her that it was a bad idea, but of course she didn’t want to hear any of it. Couldn’t you talk to her Y/N? I’m sure she’ll listen to you.”

You snorted and refilled your glass from a half-empty bottle of champagne that was left on the coffee table, “I’ve tried, multiple times actually.”

“And she ignores you?” Noora asked.

“It’s more like, she knows that I’m trying to be nice, but she doesn’t think William would talk to me about girls anyway.” You explained, “Which is ridiculous, because girls are pretty much all that Chris and Will talk about.”

Okay so that wasn’t entirely true, but you were annoyed with William, so you didn’t really care, and what had started off as a light buzz had deepened into something dangerously close to full blown tipsiness.

Noora and Sana laughed, “Boys are ridiculous,” Sana declared, “all of them.”

You nodded in agreement, “Truly, they are. If you girls stay away from boys, you’ll stay away from drama. Mark my words, everything bad that happens during your high school career will somehow be related to a boy, they’re pests.”

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” Chris asked, appearing out of nowhere.

You shot him a look, “Don’t act all innocent Christoffer Schistad, you know that I’m right.”

The boy relented and nodded, shooting you an apologetic smile before turning back to the first years, “Listen to this one, girls. She knows her way around the block.”

You smiled dopily and nuzzled into Chris’ side, resting your head on his shoulder as he draped an arm around you protectively. The drinks had finally caught up to you and it felt like you were floating on a cloud of calm. Your head was pleasantly light and your body felt warm and heavy. The noises of the party buzzed around your ears like flies and you nuzzled further into Chris to block them out. He smelt like soap and something else that you were too drunk to recognize and it was comforting how familiar it all was. You’d always been able to rely on Chris. He made a questioning noise in the back of his throat and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“You alright Princess?” He asked softly, “Do we need to send everyone away?”

You shook your head, “William is off somewhere with Vilde, did you know that?” You said, the words bubbling out of you without your consent.

Chris looked confused but answered slowly, “Um, yeah I think I saw them together a while ago, why?”

You sighed, your head spinning but your chest feeling lighter than it had in ages, “They’re probably having sex right now, in my house too. How messed up is that?”

“Uh-“

“I mean, I know it’s William and I know he can’t help how many girls like him but, really? Can’t he just let me have this one party? Can’t I go one night without picturing him with another girl and just wanting to die? Is that too much to ask, Chris? Is it?” you asked as you sat up.

Chris’ eyebrows shot up and his mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to order his thoughts.

“Y/N,” he started, slowly, as if he was carefully choosing his words, “do you…have feelings…for William?”

You frowned, “Of course, I thought everyone knew that. See? That’s why it’s so unfair of him, because he knows how I feel about him and he’s still off somewhere sleeping with my friend, in my house!”

Chris threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter, his chest vibrating as he chuckled.

“Trust me on this Y/N/N, William has no idea that you like him, like, none. If he knew-you know what? I think you should just go talk to him.” Chris suggested.

“You know what? I think I will. He can’t just keep doing this to me anymore, no sir!”

Something in the back of your mind screamed that that was a terrible idea, but the warm haze of alcohol told it to be quiet and you stood shakily, swaying on your feet as your head spun. Chris held your arm to steady you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Just-just remember that he didn’t know, okay?” he reminded you, “He really didn’t know.”

You nodded and gave Chris a lazy grin as you turned to stumble your way towards the back of your house, where you knew people had gone to hook up. If you’d been more sober, maybe you wouldn’t have gone, but you were angry and hurt and you needed it to be over, once and for all.

Tips for Making Small Talk

Being good at making small talk is an important life skill, and is key for making a positive impression. Some tips to help you with this include:

1. Go prepared when you’re meeting new people, or when you have to attend a social event. Think about some topics you can talk about with others (and that will depend on the people you are meeting). Prepare some general questions to get others talking (For example, what are they doing for the holidays; or what good movies have they seen recently?) Also, if you’ve met some of the people at a previous event, try to remember a few things about them (such as what are their main interests, or where do they work?)

2. Most people feel uncomfortable when meeting someone new so be the first person to say “hello.” If you’re not sure if the person will remember you, help put them at their ease by saying who you are.

3. Don’t rush introductions. Focus hard on remembering the names of those you meet, and use them often to fix them in your mind.

4. Help the other person talk by opening up the conversation with open-ended questions that asks for more details. For example, “Isn’t this a great party! How do you know (the host)?”

5. Pay careful attention to what the person’s saying; don’t allow your mind to drift or to start to wander off. Eye contact should be steady – so don’t glance to the side.

6. Make sure you listen more than you talk to someone new.

7. Work on having something relevant and interesting to say. Know what’s going on and making headlines in the news. These can help to open up a conversation. (For example, you can lead with a comment like “What do you think about…?” Have you heard…?” What is your take on…?”

8. Avoid controversial and negative topics; also, refrain from boring stories that have too many details. It’s meant to be a casual, light and easy conversation.

9. Pay attention to your body language. If you act as if you’re comfortable and confident, that will put the people around you at ease, too. However, if you look shy, awkward and uncomfortable, that will rub off on the people you are socialising with.

10. Before you join a conversation that’s already in progress, first stand on the sidelines and listen carefully. Don’t squeeze your way in with a badly-timed remark.

How to Seduce a British Magizoologist

A field guide by Percival Graves

My first attempt at Gramander, featuring oblivious!Newt and pining!Percival. Alternate title: 5 times Graves tries to woo newt with different creature mating rituals, + 1 time is actually works

Rating: Teen, may increase

Pairing: Newt Scamander/Original Percival Graves.

Part 1 of 6, will be compiled at the end and put up onto AO3 as one

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In the hazy celebratory aftermath of one of the most fun nights of my life I totally forgot to post pictures from The GLOAT, the Super Bowl 51 victory party thrown by ZUDY @ Gillette last week. Holy dreams do come true kinda night, Batman!

“But Fitzy, how did a mouthy hump like you get to host a party for the Pats and interview Gronk, Dola, White and Harmon?”

WELL, thanks for asking, Foxboro friend. And I appreciate the mouthy hump compliment. As it were…the nice folks over at Zudy (presenting sponsor of the Pats, you see their name on banners behind Belichick and Brady in postgame interviews and such) threw a big ol’ bash to celebrate the team and the greatest Super Bowl comeback and win of all-time. And when considering MCs for the evening, they thought, “For such an insane night, why not get someone who’s as insane as that comeback?” And thus a quick email turned into a Bucket List night for yours truly. Zudy’s CEO, Trish Kennedy, is a magnificent woman and, in addition to having “Build A Colony On The Moon” money, might be one of the only Pats pals as passionate and bananas for Brady and Co. as you and me. She’s seriously like the Willy WOnka of Pats parties. She’s so good to the team, and welcomed me with open arms to a night that was every bit as fun, and then some, as you can imagine. I interviewed Dola, Gronk, Sweet Feet and Harmon for 45 minutes, getting some insight and behind-the-scenes on what went down heading into and at Super Bowl 51. It was…yeah. It was that.

Anyhoo…just wanted to share. “Nice humblebrag, ya hump!” Well, you would, too. Also, it’s worth mentioning that these four guys are cooler than you could possibly imagine. Affable, engaging, funny and forthright, they shared stories, laughed it up, and all had the proud looks of guys who staged the greatest comeback in Super Bowl history, yet now there’s still work to do. #nodaysoff And yes, I gave them all LET’S PARTY hoodies. Least I could do. Gronk laughed when I handed it to him and said, “Wouldn’t this be aweosme if I wore it to a party?” Gronk is…Gronk. He’s just the best.

Thank you, Zudy, for the night of a lifetime. Thank you, Patriots, for being so cool and letting a supahfan partake in a night like this. And, yes, thank you, for watching the videos and sharing them and supporting a knucklehead like me for all these years. Because that’s how I ended up there, thanks to you. See kids! You too can start a YouTube channel and rant and rave and burp and swear about your favorite team and one day meet them and host a party celebrating their epic championship. Dreams do come true.

Intro to Upper Class Culture, Part 5: Dining Etiquette

“Good manners will open doors that the best education cannot.” -Clarence Thomas

I think this is my longest segment so far…

So I’ve gotten a few requests regarding this little series I’ve been doing, and dining etiquette is one that keeps coming up. Before I begin, I want to point out that this is American dining etiquette; every culture has different rules and accepted norms, especially when it comes to dining, so if you are going to be dining outside the US or if you are from outside the US these rules might not necessarily fit your circumstance.

Also, I sort of fell off the bandwagon writing these because of some personal things in my life, and work..and Ramadan. But without further adieu, here is Dining Etiquette.

A note: I’ll be kind of dividing this into two main scenarios, dinner parties and nicer restaurants, but even within those two scenarios there are differences in behavior if it’s a business lunch versus a date, or depending on how well you know the host of the dinner party etc. but this is just an overview.

First, the invitation. Focusing more on dinner parties, if you’re invited to a dinner party it’s fine to say no. You don’t even necessarily have to give a reason, just saying you have a prior engagement is fine. However, once you say yes you’re locked in unless there is some emergency. The season finale of the Bachelor being on is not an emergency. Deciding you’re too tired after work to get dressed and drive somewhere is not an emergency. Why am I stressing this so much? Dinner parties are expensive to throw, especially if the host is using a professional chef, and the price goes up as more people RSVP. They also have saved a seat for you and accounted enough drinks for you, so cancelling at the last minute will basically be saying to your host that you’re fine with them throwing money down the drain. No matter how wealthy your host is, that isn’t cool, and it’s just rude. So, if you say you can attend, you need to attend. This also applies to if you’re attending a group meal or a one-on-one meal, obviously, but I would say it’s especially important for dinner parties.

Second, the arrival. For meals at restaurants, you need to be on time, if not ten minutes before your reservation. If you’re going to be more than fifteen minutes late, it’s considered polite to call ahead and let the restaurant know you’ll be late. For dinner parties, it’s a little different. I personally usually try to arrive about fifteen minutes after the stated time, but I think within thirty minutes is acceptable and an article online agreed so officially, you have a thirty minute arrival from the stated start time to arrive. If you are going to be later than thirty minutes, call your host or hostess and let them know that you aren’t simply bailing on them, and apologize because really you should plan ahead to be there on time. Now, a side note, I wouldn’t necessarily choose to arrive exactly at the set time, and certainly not early. Why? Because your host or hostess will probably still be rushing around to set things up and if you arrive fifteen minutes early, they’re going to be even more stressed by having to entertain you and having to finish making the final preparations for the evening. Don’t put them in that situation. My rule of thumb: fifteen minutes is long enough that they won’t be running around like a chicken with their head cut off, but early enough that they won’t be worried you aren’t coming.

Third, to gift or not to gift? I would say if you’re going to a restaurant, unless it’s a special event like a baby/wedding shower, engagement party or birthday party, no gift is needed. As far as dinner parties go, I’ve run into some debate with a friend. She says bringing a gift is tacky, I say it’s rude to not bring a gift. So, I went to the internet and asked and came to this conclusion: bring a gift if it’s a more casual dinner party, and/or if the host/hostess is a friend. Otherwise, a gift isn’t necessary. I tend to err on the side of bringing a gift when in doubt, but make sure it’s something tasteful. Emily Post had this to say about it:

“Gift possibilities include wine, Champagne, flowers (preferably in a vase), a potted plant, chocolates, specialty food items such as jams and jellies or other condiments, fancy nuts, olives, olive oil or vinegars, or items for the house, such as cocktail napkins, guest soaps and lotions , a picture frame, or a scented candle. A CD or book is also appropriate if you know your host’s taste.”

If you aren’t sure what your host or hostess would like, or if you feel uncomfortable about picking out a gift at all, just don’t do it. It’s not important enough to stress over, but know that your host will probably appreciate any little gift because it’s the thought that counts.

Now, onto the actual meal! I’ll start with a restaurant. If you’re a woman, often times whoever you’re with or the waiter will pull out your chair, so give them the chance to do that. Once seated, the first thing you should do is figure out where to put your stuff.  Putting it on the table is not an option. Also, putting your purse on the back of your chair is also not a good option, and I’ve seen that lead to women’s purses falling over, leaving their belongings scattered on the floor, so logically it really isn’t a great idea either. The best things you can do are put your purse on our lap (this works ok for clutches, but personally I find it annoying) or put it at your feet.  Regarding dinner parties, I know a lot of the ones I’ve thrown or attended have places set aside where you can put your belongings. Really you don’t need to be carrying around your purse at your friend’s home dinner party or not, so set it down in the designated area.

This next paragraph will be a little bit of a rant. Feel free to skip it, the bottom line is do not use your cell phones. Do not pull them out while you are at a restaurant. Do not leave them on the table. Nothing should be on the table except for your dining utensils and food, really. Put your phone on silent, or turn it off, and keep it in your purse for the duration of the meal. The same applies for dinner parties. Do not be on your phone, especially at the table. If there is some sort of emergency going on, you need to let the person you’re with or the host/hostess know ahead of time, and you can politely excuse yourself if need be. If you really feel the need to check your phone, excuse yourself to the restroom, and go check it there. Otherwise, it’s very rude. VERY rude. If you are reading this, and you still pull out your phone while dining with someone, I will personally pop out of a bush, take your phone, and smash it. If you get nothing else out of this, then I want it to be: do not use your cellphone at the table. It’s my biggest pet peeve and universally is very rude, so please, I promise you will survive a couple hours without it. 

Moving on, to the oh so exciting napkins. If you’re at a restaurant, after you’ve situated your belongings and turned your phone off, the first thing you should do is place the napkin in your lap before you eat or drink anything, even a sip of water. If the napkin is fairly small, feel free to completely unfold it, but if it’s larger fold it in half with the crease facing you. If you have to get up, I’ve heard two different things, but I’ll share the one I’ve found to be most common and in my opinion is more polite. When you stand up, fold your napkin (maybe in half, don’t get crazy this isn’t time to practice your origami) and set it on the left side of your plate. Some people say to leave your napkin on your chair, but I don’t really find that to be the common practice and personally I think it’s weird. At the end of the meal, place your napkin to the left side of the plate. Napkins are meant to catch food. Don’t blow your nose with it, and don’t necessarily wipe your entire face with it. It’s meant to dot your lips and fingers and catch food, anything else is kind of gross.

As for a dinner party, follow your host’s lead. When they put their napkin on their lap, you should do the same. This also applies to eating. Once your host has taken the first bite (which should be after everyone is seated) then you’re free to also start eating.

Ok, so one thing I know people sometimes struggle with is the silverware. Instead of a standard spoon, fork, knife, plate and cup, there is a multitude of silverware and dishes at your disposal. To start, there are a few solid rules that will help get you through most situations. Use your utensils from the outside in, and, you eat from the left and drink from the right. The first part is fairly self explanatory: as a general rule, there should be roughly three forks to your left side, and then probably two spoons and a knife to your right. The first fork (from the outside, left) is for salad, the second for dinner and third for dessert. On your right, the first spoon is generally for soup, the second a “teaspoon” and then your knife is for your dinner. The second common rule (eat from the left, drink from the right) means this: if you are confused about which objects are meant for you or the person next to you, apply this rule. Napkins, bread and butter places, etc will be placed on your left. Water goblets and wine glasses will be to your right. I’m going to include some fun infographics at the end of this segment that will help you keep everything straight, but those are the two most useful, easy to remember rules.

I’ve seen some people be confused at dinners regarding the glasses. There is usually a glass called the water goblet, and it’s for, you guessed it, water. Then, there’s usually a wine glass. I’ve seen a lot of infographics floating around about the different wine glasses, but in general, red wine glasses are more stout and white wine glasses are more long and slender. The most slender of all are champagne flutes, which you will probably encounter while fine dining.

Regarding bread and butter: This is something you’ll often see at restaurants depending on what sort of food is being served. It’s common to have this to snack on while eating your salad or waiting for the meal. The proper etiquette for eating bread and butter goes like this: when the bread is passed to you, take off the amount you want, and also be sure to take the amount of butter you want with your knife and leave it on your plate. It’s rude to keep dipping into the shared butter source or asking that the bread be passed to you over and over. Once you have your portion in front of you, it’s best to tear off smaller pieces and butter them as you go.

The food. Ok, so you’ve made it to the actual dinner portion and you’re ready to dig in. There are rules for that too! First, you should wait for everyone to have their food in front of them. It’s rude to start eating while others are still waiting on their food. Second, there are specific ways to hold your utensils. I tend to use my utensils in a more “European” fashion (because I am European by birth) but I can tell you that in the US while eating, and more specifically while cutting meat, that Americans cut with their right hand (assuming they’re right handed) while holding their fork with their left hand, then they place their knife at the top of their plate, and switch hands. Cut one bite at a time, at most two. As far as how to hold various utensils, there are a million and one youtube videos out there. I don’t really stress out about it too much. Unless I’m having dinner with the Queen or Emily Post I don’t stress about the tiny details.

There is also an entire language with knives and forks. I’m going to include an infographic (yayyyy for infographics) at the end rather than explain them, because visuals will help you so much more, but just know that there is an unspoken language regarding utensils. I think the infographic I’ve found disagrees with this, but I know this is the commonly accepted etiquette in the US for when to signal you’re done eating: “To signal that your are done with the course, rest your fork, tines up, and knife blade in, with the handles resting at five o'clock and tips pointing to ten o'clock on your plate (4:20).”

As far as the actual food goes, you need to at least attempt to eat what’s being served. Even if it looks horrible, you need to choke down a couple bites. The only excuse for not eating something is a food allergy, and I mean a real food allergy, not your I’m-trying-to-lose-weight-so-I’m-cutting-out-gluten food “allergy”. Somebody slaved away to make your meal, you need to at least eat a few bites. If you have dietary restrictions, you need to make them known far in advance-probably when you accept the invitation. The host or hostess will try to make arrangements for food you will actually eat. Depending on where you are in the world, there are rules about cleaning your plate versus leaving food on your plate. In the US, the rules aren’t so strict. Do your best to eat most of the food on your plate, but no licking it clean or spooning the sauce into your mouth. That’s disgusting.

Wait Staff. This applies to upscale dinner parties and restaurants. Do not ever shout for your waiter. Attempt to make eye contact with them, and once you have done that you may slightly raise your right hand and slightly raise your index finger to signal that you need them. Be nice to the wait staff, smile, make eye contact, always say please and thank you. Being a waiter or waitress sucks enough, don’t make it worse.

Payment. So you’ve made it through the meal (this is for restaurants only) but what about the bill? If you’re on a date, it’s customary for the man to buy the meal. If you’re in a large group, generally the person who invited the group is supposed to pay. It’s considered particularly polite if they give the restaurant their credit card information even before the meal begins. And when in doubt, tip well. It’s good karma.

Instead of vocab like I normally I do, I’m going to just add in other tips that didn’t really fit in a specific section.

  • Don’t slurp your soup
  • If somebody has something in their teeth, the best protocol is to make eye contact with them and subtly touch your finger to your own teeth. They should get the hint.
  • Don’t drink too much and get drunk, especially if you’re with certain company
  • Don’t chew with your mouth open, don’t talk with a full mouth
  • The no elbows rule only applies while you’re actually eating; if it’s between courses and you’re just talking, feel free to rest the elbows on the table
  • Don’t reach over people, ask for it to be passed your way. Side note: if you want to share food with someone, don’t pass your entire plate, but put some on your bread plate and pass that instead
  • Eat quietly. Don’t chew loudly. Don’t scrape your utensils together.
  • Sit up straight, and don’t lean over to eat your food, bring it to you with your utensils
  • Hold your wine glass by the stem
  • If you need to leave the table, just say “Excuse me, I’ll be right back”. You don’t need to say you’re going to use the restroom, or that you’re checking the football score, or dealing with a family emergency. Less is more.

These are all of the basics I could really think of. There is so much information out there about meal etiquette and there are people out there who are sticklers for following every single rule, but most people are pretty reasonable and as long as you follow the basic rules, you’ll get by just fine. For the sake of being polite, most people aren’t going to point out if you happen to hold your fork with a finger in the wrong place. I’ve taken a few etiquette classes and found them to be really helpful, but there are so many videos and articles online that honestly you could pretty much teach yourself how to fit in meal etiquette wise.

If you liked this article, feel free to check out my other segments in the Intro to Upper Class Culture tag. Also, if you have any requests for future segments, send them to my ask box. 

P.S, below are the handy dandy info graphics. I like them, they’re pretty useful and easy to understand. 

anonymous asked:

A headcanon where MC is Rika's little sister (like she's 20-23 years old) and the RFA has to tell her the terrible things that Rika did (Mint Eye). Adding the fact that they are all in love with MC and that MC really admired Rika.

I’m so sorry that this one will probably be short, as well. I couldn’t think all too clearly for this one, but I’d definitely redo it for you if it’s not good enough. (Thanks for only having it be the rfa, too. It gets a bit difficult writing for everyone, because I want everything to be semi-decent) I didn’t really know how to time this, but I’m going to write this on the basis that ///spoilers/// V is alive, Rika’s been dead for  a year, and V told them the truth. Also, for Yoosung’s, it will be platonic, because I don’t particularly like incest whatsoever. I know that there are loopholes with the “cousin” thing, but I’m just going to keep his platonic.

Yoosung:
  • It hurt him deeply when he found out what Rika had done and he was only her cousin
  • He couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to tell you
  • During all the chatrooms before the party, everyone tried to skirt around the topic
  • Yoosung knew that everything she did would cut you to pieces considering how much you idolized her
  • He’s seen you trailing behind her at family functions and staying by her side even if someone else interested you more
  • While it may be a bit obsessive, he was also conscious of how he acted after her death
  • A few days after you hosted the party, Yoosung wanted you to come to his campus for what he played off as a casual visit
  • Knowing that his conversation about Rika he wanted to have with you, he tried his best to make the dorm comfortable and safe
  • When you had gotten there, you were taken slightly aback by how serious he was acting
  • There was no way that this was the kid who drank cartons upon cartons of chocolate milk so he wouldn’t pass out
  • “Yoosung, are you alright? You didn’t have to play this as just me seeing your school. If something is wrong, you can always tell me.” “Don’t worry, MC. I trust you with everything I have. I trusted you more than Rika which is saying…a lot. Well, speaking of Rika, that’s why I wanted you to come here”
  • You thought this was all oddly suspicious considering how fidgety he was being
  • He cared for Rika a lot, but you were different
  • Towards Rika, it was more obsessive
  • With you, it was closer to happy cousins, how it should’ve been with you and your sister
  • “So, I’m not quite sure where to start, MC, but I wanted to let you know that your sister wasn’t how she acted. I know-I know this sounds like a bad soap opera, but that’s why nobody could talk about her. Rika did some really bad things. She, well, she brainwashed people into an organization she was the head of, Mint Eye. That’s where the hacker came from that Seven was watchful of. I’m sorry that I couldn’t bring myself to tell you earlier”
  • You grabbed the back of the chair to stay standing up
  • As dramatic as it sounded, you were unable to speak then and there
  • To know your sister was just an act
  • That she was involved with such awful things
  • It made you not trust anyone for a bit
  • You excused yourself from his dorm because it felt like it was going to suffocate you
  • Especially that framed picture on his desk
  • Yoosung walked around to find you for about half an hour before seeing you sitting at an outdoor table
  • You looked like you weren’t properly there just staring and drifting your fingers over the table to make invisible patterns
  • He knew it was going to break you
  • But everyone has to break
  • Everyone has to hurt
  • He thought that Rika’s death was that for him
  • Turns out, it was seeing you unable to register whatever he was going to say, what anyone was going to say, for the next week
    (I’m so sorry that this turned out like a bad angsty highschool au fanfic)
Zen:
  • Everyone in the chat made a silent agreement to not bring up your sister’s past
  • Yeah, Seven could still send his phot of when he cross-dressed, but no words of what Rika did
  • Zen thought all of it was bullshit and that you had the right to know regardless of what the other members said
  • So when you came over to stay at his home when he got hurt
  • He prepared to tell you everything
  • Even put some pictures and writings together to show you everything he could about Mint Eye
  • Also got anything that you mentioned in the chat that makes you feel better just in case
  • Awkwardly paced around with his cast until you were able to get there
  • He asked you to sit down on the couch even with your protests of telling him to do such
  • After all, you were still under the pretense that this was to help him out if his leg was hurting
  • “MC, please just sit down so that I can get this over with”
  • That spiked your anxiety so you just complied, waiting to hear what he was to say
  • Zen sat down next to you and grabbed the collection of Mint Eye records off the table and gestured for you to take it
  • “I know that you’re here to help me, but I also wanted to help you. Seven and Yoosung and Jumin and Jaehee and V and I haven’t been completely transparent with you about your sister. Rika was the head of an organization that hurt people really badly. All the evidence of its existence that Seven could find are in that folder”
  • You were confused to say the least
  • Well, if Seven was involved, it was bound to be a joke
  • “Yeah, and you’re unattractive, Zen”
  • Wait, that wasn’t supposed to come out choppy and anxiously
  • “Just please read through everything. The organization is, well, was called Mint Eye. There’s some pictures in there, and I think Seven got some camera footage”
  • You looked through everything, hoping to find something that confirmed that it was just a prank
  • But some of the evidence was going strongly against that
  • You set the folder back on the coffee table gingerly and stood to get up
  • “I-I promise that I’ll be back soon. I’m just going to go down the block. Please don’t follow me either. You’re not in the condition, and I’ve my phone anyways”
  • He simply nodded
  • As much as he wanted to fling himself to your waist and ask you to not leave, he respected your wishes
  • You came back that evening and looked a lost wreck
  • Zen asked if you’d stay and keep him company
  • He just wanted to make sure that you were going to be alright
  • If this made Yoosung lose himself, it was doing worse on you
  • Would hold you if you allowed it just so he could make sure you felt safe and comfortable
  • You ended up falling asleep with the droning of the television
  • Once he knew you were out, he brought you to his room and got you situated before kissing your hairline softly “I love you, you know. I just want you to stay safe and aware”
  • The next morning after you realized where you were, you could’ve sworn you had some weird dream

Jaehee: (Really really small mention of general self-harm in the 18th bullet point)

  • Even though she’s had to give reports that were unsatisfactory and presentations that she knew people wouldn’t agree with, this gave her so much more anxiety
  • She decided to plan every single thing out
  • This took her multiple nights and a notebook for planning to make sure everything was accounted for
  • Meticulously gathered anything she could from Luciel because she had to make sure you had any bit of evidence you wanted
  • Jaehee wanted to take you out for a day and was acting really sweet
  • Don’t get me wrong, she’s always really nice to you, but she seemed to be buttering you up
  • And then you got home after dinner and she asked if she could talk to you while hanging up her coat
  • Her face was calm but you could see that she was still nervous to say something
  • She had you go into your room and sat on the bed next to you with a stack of papers
  • Jaehee kept everything together to explain it to you
  • “Rika did something horrible before she died. Nobody spoke about it around you because we knew it would hurt you. I don’t want to see you hurt, but I also can’t keep something like this from you either”
  • You stayed quiet as she went over every paper even though you felt like shouting
  • How could your own sister be so vile?
  • How come nobody had the guts to tell you?
  • How didn’t Jaehee tell you any sooner?
  • As soon as she finished, she left the stacks of paper on the bed and asked if you were alright
  • You nearly did begin shouting what you weren’t a few minutes ago but she started to speak again
  • “Please, MC, I know that this is really bad right now, but do not be cross with me. I thought I was protecting you from Rika and doing as V asked, but I see that isn’t the case. I know what I’m about to say doesn’t take back that I hid it, but I love you so very much, MC. Please don’t hurt yourself, and please-please don’t yell at me”
  • Well, shit
  • Your thoughts were already a storm but she paused it all
  • Turning towards her, you hugged her tightly
  • “Thank you for telling me eventually”
  • You got off the bed and said that you needed some time but paused at the door
  • “I love you, too, Jaehee”

Seven: (This is also before Saeran moves in and MC doesn’t quite know about him)

  • Oh god, he knew this was going to take a toll
  • Even though he knew everything as information came in, he just didn’t want to tell you about it
  • He knew that someone else would if he couldn’t, though, so he sucked it up to tell you
  • He didn’t try to make it any less worse because he knew it’d just end up artificial
  • It wasn’t some special day either, Saeyoung was just thinking about it too much and he decided he had to tell you
  • Called you to see how you were doing so he could gauge if it was a bad time then came to the apartment after you both agreed on it
  • Saeyoung knew that this was going to be awful though and kept checking on you through the cameras while he was driving there
  • Once he got inside, he straight up brought it up when you were both sitting at the kitchen counter
  • You knew something was off as soon as he walked through that door
  • This wasn’t memelord 707, this was someone far more serious
  • “MC, this is going to be not so great, but I need you to understand that I’m telling you this, because you need to know”
  • You thought he was going to drop the façade and say something hilarious but he continued on
  • “Your sister kept being skirted around in conversation, and I’d like to tell you why. Rika ran this thing called Mint Eye, and she hurt people like V and like my brother. I know that it’s hard to family not be very good, and I’m so so sorry that I couldn’t tell you sooner. If you need time, I can go”
  • “No, I’d like you stay here if you could. I don’t think I can, well, think”
  • Saeyoung silently moved over to hug you if you seemed to want to and let you go blank for a few minutes
  • “You have a brother?” “Yeah, he’s my twin actually” “Is he okay now?” “Not really, he’s adjusting drastically, but I really hope he’ll get okay” “I do, too”
  • Answered every question he could because if you had felt that numb, he at least had to fulfill your inquiries
  • “Do you wanna do anything? I don’t want you to feel lonely or anything. In all seriousness, I just want you to be okay, because you deserve to. If we couldn’t tell you, I wouldn’t be able to stand myself anymore than I barely do. MC, I’m really really sor-” “Saeyoung, may I kiss you?
  • well
  • He didn’t want you to regret anything once your emotions were back in place but he also couldn’t deny you on the chance that you didn’t
  • Saeyoung nodded quickly and leaned in to kiss you with  as many unspoken apologies as he could that you returned with unspoken gratitude
  • You both pulled back and he started apologizing again when you kept repeating that it was all fine
  • Both of you ended up staying in the apartment playing video games off the old console in the living room
  • You were spent from the emotional rollercoaster and nearly fell asleep with a controller in your hand but Saeyoung had you go to the bed while he offered to take the couch
  • “You can come with me if you want to, Saeyoung” “No, really I wouldn’t want to imp-” “C’mon, what if I feel lonel-” “We’re going to bed!”
  • Both of you tried to be cheesy and tell each other you loved them at the same time
  • Saeyoung nearly fell off the bed giggling and it had made you feel so much lighter after the day

Jumin:

  • Alright, he couldn’t approach this like a meeting whatsoever because he knew how much you had loved your sister
  • He recognized that this exceeded Yoosung levels and was really worried if Seven or Zen would accidentally say something
  • Well, it was one of the nights you were staying at his apartment and he was about to take your phone since the conversation in the messenger was heading downhill
  • Jumin knocked on the door of the room you were staying in then walked in to see you typing back interestedly
  • “MC? Could we talk in the living room when you’d like? Preferably sooner if you could. I’d like to talk about your sister for a few minutes, since I was reading the chat”
  • It dully hurt to think about Rika, but you figured that a real, verbal conversation would be more fulfilling than typed words and said goodbye before leaving the chatroom
  • You walked into the living room where Jumin was muttering to Elizabeth while petting her seemingly slightly anxiously
  • “Jumin? Do you still want to talk?” “Of course, MC. Could you please sit down?”
  • You took a seat in the chair near him and waited to hear what he wanted to say
  • After all, there was probably something found about Rika if he brought it up
  • Jumin was thinking about his slight feelings towards Rika were trumped by your unfathomable sisterly love and how all of his words were to effect you
  • “As I said, this is about your sister. I thought that you should be told about this in person rather than over messaging. Rika lived a life in which she chose to harm people. She changed them and twisted their minds into things they were not through Mint Eye. Even though she said she loved him, she was the one to hurt V’s eyes. Your sister led a life that was kept away from RFA and I presume from you, as well. I’m not completely certain how this will effect you, but I took it as this was the best way to bring it across.”
  • You nodded in thanks and stayed silent, rethinking how your childhood was, who Rika was friends with, how she got so much more secretive
  • While watching your face change with the turmoil, Jumin placed Elizabeth on the chair arm
  • Knowing that by allowing you to pet the cat you were very much trusted and cared for, you gently took her in your arms to pet her while still thinking everything over
  • “MC? If you would like to do anything, please do. I can replace anything you want to break or leave you alone if that’s what you wish. I do not like seeing you like this, because it’s hurting me to watch you like this”
  • You nodded again and scooped up Elizabeth while taking a few steps near him “Can I just sit by you?” “Absolutely”
  • “I can get you any professional he-” “Could-can you please just stay quiet. Only for a few moments. I want to stay like this for a few minutes”
  • Both of you plus the cat stayed sitting in the quiet for nearly half an hour with you petting the cat and his arm around your shoulders
  • “Thank you, Jumin” “You just needed to know, MC” “I understand, but I still want to thank you”
  • It took him a while to realize that you fell asleep after talking so he moved you to your bed then went to his where he layed there thinking about what else he could do to help
  • It hurts to care for people, but it’s worth it for some of them

I’m so very sorry that 99% of this was a shitty angsty mess, but I can rewrite in in the future. This will be the first request for today, and I’m sorry that they’re taking me so long. I hope you all have or have had good days!

TalesFromYourServer: Lengthy Rant Regarding Creepy Old Fucks

Sorry for any formatting errors, I’m mobile. Also, apologies for the length of this tale. Tl;dr at the end.

So last night, about 5:00, this dude walks in and tells me he had a reservation for (name that isn’t anywhere on the books). I’m hosting so this dude is my fucking responsibility until he’s seated unfortunately. I tell him there is no reservation under the name, he says “oh, that’s fine, they probably didn’t make one” and goes back to having his phone in his nose and awkwardly standing RIGHT next to me at the host stand. I politely ask him how large is party is going to be, he just shakes his head and kind of shrugs. OK then.

He loiters around the dining room for about 45 minutes, around the host stand, the bar, the tables in the dining area, right in front of all the dishes and silverware I need to reset tables, etc. multiple times myself and others have to say “excuse me” because he is blatantly in the way/space of employees AND guests. In the 45 minutes he’s meandering around with his phone in his face, he ignores all of my offers to seat him, if he knows when his party is coming, if he’d like to wait at the bar and have a drink, etc. at one point he’s like “I don’t even know if I’m at the right location” which is understandable because there’s 3 of the restaurant chain in my city. The way he said it was so rude though, that dickass tone like I’m annoying him while he just fucking sits around and doesn’t eat, drink, buy anything, or even confirm that he’s actually eating here.

Finally, fucking finally, his face lights up from looking at his phone and he walks up to the host stand.

“I had a reservation for a party of 12 at 5:30.”

Ok, well, we already went over the fact that you have no reservation, so you can fuck off with that noise. Also, it’s nearly 6:00, so what the fuck are you even trying right now?

“You can get to setting up a table or room for us now.”

I give him my most sickening customer service smile and begin to set up a 3-table arrangement for what is essentially a WALK-IN 12top. Whatever, happens a lot, I’m numb to it mostly. I would have gotten over it quickly if it weren’t for the fact that I caught him taking a photo of me leaned over the tables, using flash and all, pointing his fucking phone camera right at my ass and grinning. He didn’t even acknowledge that I caught him, he just went immediately to poking and typing on his screen. I got the vibe he was sending it or some shit, really really grossed me out. I finish setting it up, I don’t even bother telling him it’s ready because I know he’s going to seat himself and I don’t want to fucking talk to him.

I tell my manager who is basically a team lead, just working as a closing manager alone. She’s the only female in management and as horrible as it is, she doesn’t do much because she doesn’t really know WHAT to do. I didn’t want to come right out and accuse the guy unless it escalated further, so we just rolled with it, and she stayed up front with me for awhile to make me feel better. Bad move. She’s a shapely lady with a lot of boob & butt and once his party starts showing up they take it as an opportunity to start hitting on BOTH of us.

So 12 of them get there in the midst of all of their middle-aged-pervert fuckery. Hour goes by, one of the dudes from the table comes up to me and says “there’s more of us coming, would you just push that table over there onto ours so we have more room?” I’m already pissed out of my mind, whatever dude. They all blatantly stare at my tits while I’m leaning over to open the leaf on the table I added.

More of them show up. One of them comes directly up to me, tells me his name, grabs my hands and rubs them telling me they’re cold while giving me the most uncomfortable prolonged eye contact. I’m like “haha yeah they’re always cold” violently jerks my hands away.

The server is losing his mind trying to get a DRINK ORDER out of all of these fucks. He can’t get their attention, they sit without drinks until they’re ALL there, which is literally over an hour. They finally pipe down, put in all of their food orders, and it all comes out.

My hot ass manager is setting down the food and they’re ogling her to the point that it is painfully obvious. Like gross dudes, what the fuck. She says “can I get you gentlemen anything else?” And the one says “I’d like a water. And a massage.” And she like visibly pukes in the back of her throat and walks away awkwardly laughing.

The whole time their table was there, they all made nasty comments, and various photos were taken with flash whenever my manager, me, or other waitstaff walked by. It’s hard to come out and accuse someone of being a creep like that, because there are small odds that they’re NOT taking creepshots…but dude. All signals pointed that direction.

Tl;dr pos guest stands around for 45 minutes until he decides to tell me there’s a large party coming in like right that moment. They sexually harass the staff all night and are a general pain in the ass to serve

Edit: they tipped like shit

By: stellarwatermelons